RAMBLES IN COLONIAL BYWAYS

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BY

RUFUS ROCKWELL WILSON

Illustrated front drawings

By William Lincoln Hudson

and from photographs

Vol. II.

Philadelphia C§T London Jj J.B.Lippin, ny.

1901

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OLD CHURCH AT RCONOMY, PENNSYLVANIA

Rambles in Colonial Byways

BY

RUFUS ROCKWELL WILSON

Illustrated from draivings

By William Lincoln Hudson

and front photographs

Vol. II.

Philadelphia C®T London

J. B. Lippincott Company

1901

Copyright, 1900 By J. B. Lippincott Company

Electrotyped and Printed by /. B. Lippincott Company , Philadelphia, U.S.A.

Contents *

CHAPTER PAGE

VIII. ALONG THE EASTERN SHORE ... 9

IX. THE CITY OF THE FRIENDS ... 42

X. PENNS MANOR AND BEYOND 75

XL GOD'S PECULIAR PEOPLE ... 107

XII. BETHLEHEM AND AROUND THERE . . 139

XIII. THREE GROUPS OF GERMAN MYSTICS . 173

XIV. THROUGH WASHINGTON'S COUNTRY . . 206

XV. YORKTOWN AND HER NEIGHBORS . . 239

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OLD CHURCH, ECONOMY, PENNSYLVANIA Frontispiece

MOUNT CUSTIS, AN EASTERN SHORE HOMESTEAD . 18

OLD SWEDES' CHURCH, PHILADELPHIA . . 44

OLD ST. DAVID'S, RADNOR, PENNSYLVANIA . . 86

SAAL AND SARON, EPHRATA, PENNSYLVANIA . 122

SISTERS' HOUSE, BETHLEHEM, PENNSYLVANIA . 144

MOUNT VERNON, HOME OF WASHINGTON . . 222

RUINED TOWER OF JAMESTOWN CHURCH . . 252

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9¥ CHAPTER VIII

ALONG THE EASTERN SHORE

IT was a wise friend who counselled us to begin our tour of the Eastern Shore at Eastville. By the Eastern Shore is meant the peninsula bounded on the north and east by Delaware Bay, on the south and east by the Atlantic, and on the west by the Chesa peake, a quaint and venerable region con taining about one-third of Maryland and two counties of Virginia. Bountifully en dowed by nature, it is also, for the man who loves the past, a land of delight. When New York was yet a wilderness and Plym outh a virgin forest, men of English birth were growing tobacco, dredging oysters, and shooting wild fowl on the Eastern Shore. The descendants of these first settlers still follow the same pursuits. Moreover, locked away for the better part of three hundred 9

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years in this neglected nook, they cling with affectionate tenacity to the manners and cus toms, the traditions and modes of life, of their forefathers, so that one finds on the peninsula the indolent old-time existence and the broad hospitality of an earlier age, along with the careless air of ancient gentility, tempered and made piquant by an aristo cratic exclusiveness.

And sleepy Eastville, near its southern end, is the Eastern Shore in miniature. Only during the last dozen years has it had easy connection with the outer world, and even now it feels but dubiously the intestine stir of modern ideas. Rows of white, low- roofed houses line its single dusty street, with two or three country stores and a couple of roomy taverns dropped in between, while a court-house and clerk's office bear witness to the fact that it is the shire town of the ancient county of Northampton. Eastville is the centre of a land overflowing with milk and honey, and above it and below it are the homes of people who in the golden days before the Civil War counted their slaves by hundreds and their acres by thou- 10

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sands, — old families whose ancestors date far back into the seventeenth century as men of importance and power.

Beside the inlets and rivers that deeply indent the shores of the peninsula stand the roomy dwellings of these old families out- looking over the bay, with lawns in front smooth as green velvet, dipping down to the water's edge. Such is the old Parker man sion, standing at the junction of two creeks, a fine old house surrounded by a thick clus ter of trees, with large porches front and back, paved with marble slabs, and a long colonnade running from the kitchen to the main building. In these old dwellings the kitchen is almost always separated from the house, connected with it only by this cov ered way, thus securing coolness to the house, at the same time providing shelter from the rain for the dainty dishes, delicate yet simple, such as only the negro cook of the South can compound. Erstwhile the cook held absolute sway in her quarters, with a parcel of jolly, grinning little negro boys as pages. The mistress might rule the household and the master the fields, but in ii

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her own dominions, portly Dinah, with white teeth showing beneath her red turban, reigned supreme.

The name of Parker is repeated on every page of the early history of the lower East ern Shore ; and so is that of the well-known Custis family, high in social position and pride of birth, one of the later descendants of which was the first husband of Martha Washington. Arlington, the whilom seat of the Custises, faces the Chesapeake a dozen miles below Eastville, and is reached by a drive along a grass-grown road that never carries one out of sight of the placid waters of the bay. No vestige of the mansion re mains ; but near its former site are a couple of crumbling and weather-beaten tombstones that once stood, as is customary throughout Virginia, close to the old homestead. The inscription on the most elaborate of the two tells the visitor that beneath it lies the body of John Custis, who died " aged seventy- one years and yet lived but seven years which was the space of time he kept a bachelor's house at Arlington on the Eastern shore of Virginia." On another side of the tomb

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is the statement, duly chiselled in the mar ble, that " the foregoing inscription was placed on this stone by the direction of the deceased." The father-in-law of Mrs. Washington, if not an unhappy husband, was surely one of the most eccentric of men.

John Custis's tomb and its companion grave are the only visible reminders of the glory of Arlington, but it is an easy and pleasant task to recreate the vanished era in which it had its place. A hard-swearing, hard-drinking, hard-driving, — ay, and a hard-working lot, when the humor was on them, — were these men of the Eastern Shore, of a period when " the planter who had the most hoes at work was the best man/' — to every hoe a slave or a convict; when to bacco stood for all that was notable and characteristic in life and manners; when every large proprietor was in direct com munication with England; when the ships of Bristol and London brought supplies di rectly to the planter's own wharf, and his eldest son, as well as his tobacco, was often shipped across in return.

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these dead and gone worthies were their comrades and competitors in the saddle or the dugout. Though they delighted to gos sip of Chinese silks, brocades, lutestring, taffeta, sarsenet, ginghams, and camlets, — not forgetting pyramids and turbans, jew elled stomachers, breast-knots, and high- heeled shoes for the minuet, — they were also at home on the bridle-path and comfortable on the pillion; they rode to hounds, and were clever in the handling of a tiller or the trimming of a sail. Irving describes them as going to balls on their side-saddles, with the scarlet riding-habit drawn over the white satin gown. " In the flashing canoe, tick lish and fascinating, they maintained," we are told, " the equilibrium of their bodies and their tempers with an expertness that was not ungraceful, and with a graciousness in which long training had made them ex pert. The dugout, dancing in the creek, waited upon their freaks and caprices with uses as frequent and familiar as those which pertained to the wagon or the gig, — to race in a ladies' regatta, or to run out to the old- country ship in the offing, with its pulse-

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stirring news of fashions and revolutions, battles and brocades, cloaks, cardinals, and convicts, sultana plumes, French falls, and the fate of nations."

The spirit of the age was knightly, and the sword, not the purse, the symbol of dis tinction. When the Revolution came, the Maryland section of the Eastern Shore was warmly attached to the patriot cause; but in the Virginia counties of Northampton and Accomac the Loyalists were numerous ; and one of the earlier episodes of the seven years' struggle was a small civil war on the penin sula. Dunmore, expelled from the main land of Virginia, took refuge in Accomac, and soon had some hundreds of Tories under arms. The situation looked grave; but Matthew Ward Tilghman, chairman of the Maryland Committee of Safety, and his seven Eastern Shore colleagues proved equal to it. They promptly called out two com panies of militia and suppressed the rising before the worst came of it. Afterwards the two victorious companies, with a third from the Eastern Shore, were embodied in Small- wood's regiment, the famous First of the 15

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Maryland line. Perhaps the most brilliant exploit of the Revolution was the stand made by four hundred of this regiment, un der Lord Stirling, on the fatal day of Long Island. In six successive charges they beat back the greatly superior pursuing force of Cornwallis, and were on the point of dis lodging him entirely when Grant, with nine fresh regiments, overwhelmed them by a rear attack.

The Second Maryland Regiment was wholly recruited on the Eastern Shore, while Pulaski's legion and Baylor's cavalry, be sides several other organizations, also drew largely from the peninsula. It sent, more over, seven hundred militiamen, under Gist, to the battles of Brandywine and German- town ; furnished Washington with one of his most valued staff officers, Lieutenant-Col onel Tench Tilghman, and at the same time gave to the councils of the State and nation Caesar Rodney, Matthew Ward, and his kins man Edward Tilghman, William Paca, Thomas Ringgold, and other men of high character and unusual ability.

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military traditions, the golden age of the Eastern Shore went out with the Revolution. Slipshod and sluttish husbandry, that counted it cheaper to take up new land than to foster and restore the old, bore speedy fruit in mortgaged crops and acres, while the grad ual substitution of wheat and corn for to bacco marked the increasing poverty of a soil worn out in its youth, and which sank from good to bad and from bad to worse. So things went on till sixty years ago. Since then they have changed for the better, and, though checked for a time by the loss of slaves and the turmoil of civil war, the upward movement is still in progress. Fer tilizers have been introduced and improved breeds of stock. Machinery has taken the place of hand-labor in farm-work; and worthless fields have been limed and drained into fertility.

In other respects, however, the Eastern Shore remains unchanged, — a severed frag ment of colonial America. The new-comer from over the seas has gone on to the cheaper and freer lands of the West, and the busy Northern man, as he hurries by, barely II.— 2 17

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pauses to knock at its doors. And so the years, as they wax and wane, find the same population on the same soil, — a population composed, now as of old, of three classes, — the "gentleman born," the "plain people," and the negroes. Each class, save in ex ceptional cases, marries strictly within its own limits ; and half a dozen surnames will frequently include nearly the whole gentry of a county, the appellations of present-day bride and bridegroom tallying exactly with those on the century-old tombstones of their common ancestors. Again, for the upper classes there is still but one church, the An glican. They have listened in the same seats to the same service for generations, and, more often than not, they take the commun ion service from a chalice that was new in the days of the Restoration. Some of them can show ancestral souvenirs of the Martyr King. Easter and Whitsuntide remain uni versally recognized holidays, and antique ob servances still cluster around the minor fes tivals. Thus, freedom from change has made the Eastern Shore a land of serenity and dignity; but its confines are too nar- 18

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row for youthful enterprises. It has no im perial possibilities, and must ever be a nook.

Proof of many of these things was before us as we drove to and from Arlington, and a little later set out from Eastville for a fur ther exploration of the Eastern Shore. Our destination was the island of Chincoteague, on the Atlantic side of the peninsula, and the road led through the hamlet of Anan- cock and the sound of the same name, the latter a loop or skein of salt coves widening up between green mounds and golden bluffs, and terminating at an exquisite landing, where several creeks pour into the cove from the estates of well-to-do planters. Drum- mondtown, the county-seat of Accomac, was also passed on the way. Three miles be yond we halted for a half-hour's rest at Mount Custis, a roomy, rambling old house standing close to the shores of a creek, which, as its name indicates, once belonged to the masters of Arlington, and in the late after noon found ourselves on board the tiny steamer " Widgeon" with Chincoteague in the eastern offing.

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tending southward for more than fifty miles from the mouth of Delaware Bay is a narrow strip of sandy beach, its western side washed by the waters of a landlocked sound and its eastern beat upon by the surges of the ocean. Its southern end, called Assa- teague, is separated from the mainland by Chincoteague Sound, and lying within this sound is the island of the same name, only its southern extremity being thrust out from its snug hiding-place behind Assateague and exposed to the Atlantic. Yet at every turn the visitor to Chincoteague, with its gray- green waters and its far horizons, feels the majesty and pervasive presence of the sea. The air has a salty, pungent quality; all along the shore lie craft of one sort or another, and every grown man carries in his face the mellow marks of sun and wind, for the people of Chincoteague get their living from the sea, which affords them, directly or indirectly, not only food and drink, but clothing and shelter. Nobody asks alms, and want and theft are unknown. At the island's feet lie oyster-beds of won drous richness, and any skilled worker can

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earn a living wage during nine months of the year. Winter, however, is the season of greatest activity, and then Chincoteague's fleet of oyster-boats is busy from sunrise to sunset. Early morning finds the oystermen hoisting sail; all day long they can be seen on the western horizon groping for the hid den treasure ; and when twilight falls, scores of their little craft, beating homeward, make the harbor, facing the mainland, a snow storm of canvas.

Truth is that Chincoteague is merely a standing-place and lodging-house for its in habitants. The visitor discovers, to his sur prise and delight, that it is also the breed ing-place of a race of ponies unlike any other in the world. Some are watched and tended on private lands, but most of them, to the number of half a thousand, inhabit the com mon pastures at the south end of the island, whence, when the weather is bad and the waves high, scores of the little fellows are sometimes swept away and lost. Skirting the coast in a boat, one sees them feeding together on the pastures or standing knee- deep in the salt water, the breeze scattering

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their tangled manes. They are about thir teen hands high, nearly all sorrels or bays, and are fine-bodied and neatly limbed. The yearlings, which are never gelded, come through the winter with shaggy coats that are in rags and shreds before the summer is old, and still show tattered remnants at the yearly penning and branding in August. No one knows whence they came or how long they have inhabited the island, but as they have the head and eyes of the Arabian, the supposition is that the ancestors of the pres ent generation came ashore from a wreck in colony times.

When we left Chincoteague and its con tented fisher folk it was to journey, by way of Berlin and Snow Hill, to Crisfield on the hither side of the peninsula. That intrepid sailor, Stephen Decatur, was born near Ber lin, and Snow Hill has a peaceful history dating back to the seventeenth century, while Crisfield, facing the beautiful waters of Tangier Sound, has been aptly described as a town of oysters reared on oyster-shells. A man on building bent buys a lot at the bottom of the harbor, encloses it with piles,

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and then purchases enough oyster-shells to raise it above high-water mark. The pro duct of this singular practice is a village which stands, as it were, up to its knees in the water of a little harbor that cuts jaw- like into the end of a small peninsula thickly flecked with the homes of fishermen and oystermen. Moreover, the railroad that runs through the length of the town, ter minating at the water's edge, rests on a road bed of oyster-shells as firm and solid as broken granite. Along the harbor front, and all built upon shells, are the huge, barn- like packing-houses in which centres the chief interest of Crisfield, — the shucking and packing of oysters for the Northern market. These come mainly from the beds of Tan gier Sound, perhaps the finest in the world; dredging for them gives constant employ ment to a fleet of several hundred sloops and schooners, and the annual returns from the trade mount into the millions. In winter thousands of bushels of oysters are sent off from Crisfield simply shelled, drained, and pressed into kegs or cans ; but later in the season they are canned in hermetically sealed 23

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tins, in which condition they will keep for years.

Crisfield and its oyster trade belong to the present. Tangier Island, across the Sound, is part and parcel of the past. Much homely matter anent this sequestered nook is to be found in "The Parson of the Islands," a book dealing with the life story of a humble fisherman evangelist who labored with such effect in an unpromising field that to this day, when a flag is raised on the little island chapels, signifying " Preacher amongst us from the mainland," the waters fill with canoes scudding down from every point of the compass. The island parson kept a canoe, called "The Methodist," to haul the preachers to and fro, and in the second war with England, when the whole British army established a permanent camp on Tangier Island, and thence ravaged the shores of the Chesapeake, burnt Washington, and sought to capture Baltimore, this unpretend ing gospeller preached to them, and prevailed upon them to respect the immemorial camp- meeting groves.

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far horizons, of restless gray-green water, of vivid marsh grass, and of sweet salt air. Like Chincoteague, it is the home of a hardy, primitive people, who fear God and find no fault with their lot. The benevolent bay yields a living to all who are able and willing to work, and it is the boast of the islanders that there are neither drunkards, paupers, nor criminals among them. Less could be said of a more favored community.

From Crisfield a railroad — its route a giant interrogation point — runs by way of Westover, the centre of the berry culture of the Eastern Shore, to Cambridge on the Choptank. This stream is the noblest water course of the peninsula, — at its mouth, a superb sound, curtained with islands, several miles wide; farther inland a net-work of coves and deep creeks, to whose beachy mar gins slope the lawns and orchards of many fine old homesteads; and Cambridge is a gem worthy of so exquisite a setting. A salt creek, bordered with snug old mansions of wood and brick, creeps up behind the tree-embowered town; and a clear spring rises under an open dome in the village 25

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square, which faces an ivy-covered court house, while a little way removed from the business centre stands an old Episcopal church, garbed in living green and sur rounded with mouldering gravestones carved with crests, shields, and ciphers.

There are a score of other objects in Cam bridge to please an artist's eye, and another quaint and beautiful hamlet is Oxford, on the northern shore of the Choptank, where Robert Morris, the financier of the Revolu tion, passed the greater part of his boyhood. Threadhaven Creek — a perfect fiord, unex celled by any low-lying Danish or Swedish marine landscapes — enters the Choptank at Oxford, and a few miles away, at the head of the same stream, nestles the quiet town of Easton. The road from Oxford to Easton leads past Whitemarsh Church, a dilapidated but picturesque structure dating back to the seventeenth century, and in an oak-shaded dell about a quarter of a mile from the latter place stands another house of worship which was already old when the republic was born. This is a Quaker meeting-house of antique design, which, according to tradition, once 26

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numbered William Penn among its wor shippers. His followers still meet within its walls on First and Fifth Days.

Easton suggests in more ways than one the stately affectations of a bygone time; and nearby St. Michael's, at the mouth of Miles River, though now the chief depot of the oyster trade of the Middle Chesapeake, boasts intimate association with the great men and stirring events of the Revolution ary period. The ship-builders of St. Mich ael's have plied their craft for two hundred and fifty years, and when the eighteenth cen tury was still young, vessels launched from their yards controlled the coastwise com merce from New England to the West In dies. The country bottoms of the Chesa peake traded with Liverpool and Bristol; smuggled for Holland and France, and when the Revolution came, turned to privateering and became as hornets and wasps in the face of the foe. The records show that in less than six years two hundred and forty-eight vessels sailed out of the bay — " and this with a British fleet at Hampton Roads and inside the capes all the time" — to fight and capture 27

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ships and small craft at the very gates of the enemy's ports, in the British and Irish Channels, off the North Cape, on the coasts of Spain and Portugal, in the East and West Indies, and in the Pacific Ocean. This record was repeated in 1812, when at least one Chesapeake privateer, the " Chasseur,'* made a true viking's record. Armed with twelve guns, manned by men from the East ern Shore, and commanded by Captain Thomas Boyle, she captured eighty vessels, thirty-two of equal force and eighteen her superior in guns and men. Boyle was born at Marblehead in 1 776, married in Baltimore in 1794, and died at sea in 1825. He com manded a ship at sixteen, was a husband two years later, and made a dramatic end of a romantic and glorious career at forty- nine.

From either Easton or St. Michael's it is an easy and inviting detour to Wye House and Wye Island, — two storied shrines of the Eastern Shore. Called after the little river which rises in the Cambrian Hills, and mingling its waters with those of the Severn, flows out through Bristol Channel to the At- 28

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lantic, there are few American water-ways more lovely than the Wye. Its banks are free from the sombre borders of marsh which fringes most of its sister streams, and its channel, from head to mouth, sweeps be tween bold bluffs of woodland and smiling fields, dotted by the manor-houses of men and women whose ancestors dispensed stately hospitalities in these same homes more than a century ago. And nowhere, in those days of pleasantness and peace, had the stranger more generous welcome than was sure to be given him by the master of Wye House.

This sturdy domicile, built of bricks brought over from England, was burned in 1781, when a British marauding party looted the plantation and the mansion; but near its site stands another spacious structure, which invites the present-day wayfarer in the name of all the generations of gentle, kindly folk who have dwelt there since Ed ward Lloyd, in 1668, set up his son Phile mon to be lord of the manor of Wye and master of Wye House. The main building of two lofty stories is connected by corridors 29

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with one-storied wings, presenting a fagade of two hundred feet, looking out upon a noble, tree-strewn lawn, and over engirdling woods to Wye River and the island beyond. Behind the mansion is a flower-garden, and in the rear of that the family burial-ground, where is gathered the dust of many worthies and dames of the blood of the Lloyds. Here beneath a battered shield supported by mor tuary emblems sleeps that Henrietta Maria Lloyd who had the hapless wife of Charles I. for her godmother; and here, without a stone or a stake to mark the spot, rests all that was mortal of William Paca, thrice member of Congress, twice governor of Maryland, and signer of the Declaration of Independence.

Moving memories also color the later his tory of Wye House, whose present gracious mistress is the granddaughter of Colonel John Eager Howard of Revolutionary fame and of Francis Scott Key, author of ' The Star-Spangled Banner." Eighty-odd years ago the steward or bailiff of the Lloyd estate was a certain Captain Anthony, of St. Michael's. This man was the owner of 30

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a negro boy who escaped from bondage, and became before middle age the foremost fig ure of his race. In 1881, Frederick Doug lass, white-haired and honored of men, was moved to revisit the scenes of his childhood and his thrall, and one day found himself at the door of Wye House. The son of its master gave him welcome, and when he had made known the motive of his visit, he was conducted over the estate. Each spot he remembered and described with all its child ish associations, — here a spring, there a hedge, a lane, a field, a tree, — and the whole heart of the man seemed to go out to the place as he passed from ghost to ghost as in a dream.

Then befell a strange thing. Standing mute and musing for a while, he said softly and low, as one who communes with him self, " Over in them woods was whar me and Marse Dan uster trap rabbits/' Marse Dan was the son of the whilom master of Wye House and Douglass's playmate in childhood. Thus, humor blending with pathos, was the ennobling lesson of an un usual life compacted into the homely re- 31

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flection and phrase of a barefoot slave boy. Afterwards Douglass plucked flowers from the graves of the dead Lloyds he had known, and at the table drank to the health of the master of the old house and his children, " that they and their descendants may worthily maintain the character and the fame of their ancestors."

Philemon Lloyd, first master of Wye House, at his death left to his only daughter thousands of fertile acres on the Wye. This daughter, by her marriage to Samuel Chew, a planter of ancient lineage and great wealth, who early left her a widow, added to her already large possessions; and one of her bequests to her son Philemon, when her time came to die, was the island of three thousand acres which faces both Wye House and the mouth of the Wye, and which he passed on to his two sisters.

Mary Chew became the wife of William Paca, and Margaret was wooed and won by John Beale Bordley, the descendant of an old Yorkshire family, the last of the admiralty judges of Maryland under the provincial government, and an earnest supporter of the 32

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patriot cause in the Revolution. No trace remains of the many-roomed house at the lower end of Wye Island, built by Samuel Chew of material brought from England, and long occupied by Judge Bordley and his family; but the mansion which Paca's son erected is still standing at the island's upper end, and promises to outlast another cen tury. The Paca homestead crowns a com manding eminence, whence it looks down upon the narrows separating it from Wye House, .and controls a view of long reaches of rich acres once the inheritance of the Lloyds and Chews, and still owned, to a great extent, by their descendants. The land naturally slopes downward from the river- bluff, but has been terraced up until it forms a broad plateau, sufficient to accommodate not only the house, but the garden which surrounded it, and which, with its extensive conservatories, was once a gayer paradise of shrubs and flowers.

Wye Hall, though fallen from its former state, gives ample evidence of its early gran deur. The building is in the Doric style, the central portion square, with spacious,

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lofty columned porticoes, and stretching away on either side are covered arcades, terminating, the one in the kitchen and offices, the other in the grand parlor or ball-room. This grand parlor is a beautiful and stately room, the high ceiling orna mented with handsome stucco-work and the walls hung with family portraits by the fathers of our native art. Among them is a full-length picture of Governor Paca. Painted by the elder Peale, and in his best manner, it shows a man of commanding presence and strikingly handsome features. The rich dress and easy carriage betoken high birth and breeding, the dark eye and well-chiselled mouth character and firmness. The entrance-hall and corridors of Wye House are, likewise, noble apartments, and here, also, one wanders in the past. The Signer's solid and substantial bookcase, on the shelves of which yet stand the volumes of his law library, and the tables where he played short whist with his Revolutionary associates are still used by his descendants. Here, too, are the antique chairs which graced the executive mansion at Annapolis

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when Paca was governor, and which were loaned for use when Washington resigned his commission. The career of William Paca has been briefly sketched in another place. His last days were spent in delightful retirement on Wye Island, than which there can be imagined no more charming retreat for a man of wealth and culture wearied with the burdens of public life in trying times, and there he died in October, 1799. During his last illness " he conversed with perfect resignation on his approaching dissolution, and cheerfully submitted to sickness and death under a deep conviction of the unerring wisdom and goodness of his heavenly Father, and of the redemption of the world by our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. To the faith and charity of a Christian he added the civil virtues of a gentleman, — fond as a hus band, indulgent as a father, constant as a friend, and kind as a master." Such is the testimony of some appreciative friend, whose manuscript, without date or name to lead to the identification of its author, is preserved among the family archives at Wye Hall. When we left Wye Island it was to board 35

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one of the steamboats trading to Baltimore, which, weekly visit the bays and creeks of the Eastern Shore, and which carried us, during the early hours of a sunny afternoon, down the Wye and west across Eastern Bay to the lower end of Kent Island, where was established the first colony of white men on the Maryland shores of the Chesapeake. Kent Island belies its name, for it is, in fact, a peninsula connected with the mainland by a short and narrow isthmus, and in shape very like the hammer of an old-fashioned musket; and it has no ruins and no town; yet at every stage of the northward drive, past pleasant farms and fishing beaches to the mouth of the Chester, one is made to feel that he is riding over historic ground.

About a year after the landing at Plym outh Rock William Claiborne established a trading post at the southern end of Kent Island. This Claiborne, a man of enterprise and daring, was secretary to Sir John Har vey, then governor of Virginia. Obtaining a grant from Harvey, he claimed Kent Island and the bay for the colony of Virginia, and when theCalverts founded the Catholic settle- 36

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ment of St. Mary's, he disputed their jurisdic tion over the Eastern Shore, and carried the question through the colonial and English courts. Defeated at every point, Claiborne resolutely maintained his ground, and when Sir Leonard Calvert came with an armed force, met him in the bay and completely routed him off Kent Point in what was prob ably the first naval battle fought in American waters. Then, taking the offensive in his turn, Claiborne marched into Western Mary land and swept Calvert across the Potomac into Virginia. In the seesaw of factions neither could long keep uppermost, for in 1646 Lord Baltimore's authority was rees tablished on the Western Shore, the Eastern submitting to him at the end of another year. Still, Claiborne's defeat was not final, for in 1653 he returned from England with a commission from the Puritan government then in power to reduce the royalist provinces about the Chesapeake. Lord Baltimore's rule was overturned, Kent Island restored to Claiborne, and a government selected by him established on the Western Shore. It retained control until Charles II., on his ac- 37

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cession, reinstated the Calverts, with full power over the whole colony. Then Clai- borne, deeming the contest hopeless, with drew to Virginia. There he founded the county of New Kent, in memory of the isle he had struggled for half a lifetime to re tain; represented his new home in the colo nial Legislature, and ended by a gallant death at the Indian battle of Moncock a career that reads like a romance in even the barest statement.

In one respect, however, Claiborne's in fluence still abides on the Eastern Shore. When he first colonized Kent Island he brought with him from Jamestown the Rev. Richard James, a clergyman of the Church of England, who became the founder of the first Christian church on the soil of Mary land. This episode of Claiborne's Virginia chaplain gave the Anglican Church a per manent foothold on the Eastern Shore, for as the colony of the Isle of Kent spread gradually to the mainland, wherever it fixed itself the parish was organized, the church was built, and the magistrate's duties de volved upon the vestrymen and church- 38

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wardens. All traces of the structure in which James officiated have been long since lost, but more than one of the ancient churches that issued therefrom lie within the reach of a drive from Kent, by way of Queenstown and Centreville, to Chestertown, near the head of the beautiful river from which it takes its name.

The first churches built upon the mainland of the Eastern Shore were those of Chester and Wye. The ruins of the former, which was of extraordinary size, may still be seen near Centreville, while the latter, more gently dealt with by the years and the ele ments, occupies its original site on the Wye, its black-glazed bricks continually telling the story of its age to the worshippers who yet gather within its walls. Both churches were built between the years 1640 and 1650. Most of the old parish churches of the East ern Shore, however, were erected between 1693 and 1700. The oldest of these later edifices which preserves its original shape and construction is that of St. Luke's, which tops a low hill, a few miles south of Chester- town, a square edifice, with apsidal chancel, 39

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heavy galleries, and spireless roof. The vestry-room is a detached building, with brick floor and huge fireplace at either end, sug gestive of the dignified, ease-loving lords of the manor, who of old time administered the discipline of church and state.

Our zigzag tour of the Eastern Shore ended at Chestertown, an old place with a decayed college overlooking it, a loamy coun try round, and a broad and placid river laving its feet, but not before we had made visits to The Hermitage, a historic home stead facing one of the loveliest reaches of the Chester, which from the year 1660 to that of 1 88 1 never passed out of the hands of a Richard Tilghman, and to the old church of St. Paul's, in the county of Kent. This noble relic of bygone days flanks the ancient thoroughfare which was, in Revolutionary days, the main line of travel between An napolis and Philadelphia, and has counted seven generations among its worshippers.

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1693. The church itself is of the type be fore described, and around it lies a quiet God's Acre, kept bright with flowers and fresh with verdure by loving hands. The ground is sacred with forgotten graves, and the sexton's spade, when hollowing a bed for some new sleeper, seldom fails to turn out relics of the unknown dead. In such a church-yard might Gray have wandered as he framed the stanzas of his " Elegy," and sight of this lovely resting-place, where, as the sun sweeps around his daily course, the shadows of the old church falls successively on every sodded bed, remains one of the lasting mellow memories of ten days of de lightful strolling along the Eastern Shore.

CHAPTER IX

THE CITY OF THE FRIENDS

TIME and change have touched Philadel phia with gentle hand. The Friends are, in the great essentials, still its dominant class, and this fact appears not only in its asylums, its hospitals, and its practical . methods of helping men to help themselves, but in a prudence of thought and action that is ever reluctant to prefer the new to the old. Thus it is that no New World city harbors more numerous or more eloquent reminders of the past, or in ancient buildings and land marks bound up with great names and great events offers to the wayfarer a richer or more varied store of historic associations.

Not to the coming of Penn, but to the issue of a dream cherished by Gustavus Adolphus, attaches the oldest authentic le gend of Philadelphia. A score of years before the Quaker leader was born the heroic and generous Swede, moved thereto 42

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by the bigotry and poverty of the age in which he lived, conceived the idea of founding in America a city " where every man should have enough to eat and tolera tion to worship God as he chose." Gus- tavus's life ended before his dream could be fulfilled, but eleven years later the girl Queen Christina and her chancellor despatched an expedition in the dead king's name. This colony of " New Sweden," as it was called, effected a lodging-place along the banks of the Schuylkill and Delaware, in that part of Philadelphia now known as Southwark.

The narrow strip of ground on which the Swedes made their homes is given over in these latter days to ship stores, junk-shops, and salty, tarry smells, while a long line of ships, come and to go, walls in the view of the river ; but if one might be frisked by the mere magic of a wish back to the middle years of the seventeenth century, he would find in stead the low huts of the Norseland pioneers dotting green banks on the edge of a gloomy, unbroken forest, with hemlocks and nut trees nodding atop. Here dwelt, in peace and plenty, and " great idleness/' if an old chron- 43

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icle is to be believed, the long forgotten Swansons, Keens, Bensons, Kocks, and Rambos, some of them mighty hunters when the deer came close up to the little settle ment and nightly could be heard the cry of panthers or bark of wolves. At Passajungh was the humble white-nut dwelling of Com mander Sven Schute, whom Christina called her "brave and fearless lieutenant," and at " Manajungh on the Skorkihl" there was a stout fort of logs filled in with sand and stones.

Descendants on the female side of these first settlers are still to be found in the city, but Philadelphia's only relic in stone and mortar of the men who were once lords of all the land on which it was built is Gloria Dei, better known as Old Swedes' Church. Each successive sovereign of Sweden, loyal to the favorite idea of Gustavus, kept af fectionate watch over the tiny settlement on the Delaware, and when the colonists begged "that godly men might be sent to them to instruct their children, and help themselves to lead lives well pleasing to God," two clergymen, Rudmari and Bjork, were de-

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spatched by Charles XII. in answer to their prayer. These missionaries reached the col ony in June, 1697, and were received, as the ancient record states, " with astonish ment and tears of joy." Soon after their arrival Gloria Dei was built in a fervor of pious zeal, carpenters and masons giving their work, and the good pastor daily carry ing the hod. When it was finished Swedes, Quakers, and Indians came to wonder at its grandeur, and it long remained the most im portant structure in the little hamlet.

Old Swedes' holds its original site in Southwark, banked in by the sunken graves of its early worshippers. The main body of the building is unaltered to the present day. The carvings inside, the bell, and the com munion service were sent out from the motherland, given by the king " to his faith ful subjects in the far western wilderness;" and from Sweden came also the chubby gilt cherubs in the choir which still sustain the open Bible, with the speaking inscription, " The people who sat in darkness have seen a great light." Tablets in the chancel record the sacrifices and sufferings of the early 45

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pastors of the church who sleep within its walls. The last of these was Nicholas Col- lin, whose period of zealous service covered the better part of fifty years, and who with his devoted wife Hannah is buried just be low the little altar. Another familiar face in Gloria Dei in the opening years of the cen tury was that of Collin's friend, Alexander Wilson, then the half-starved, ill-paid master of a little school at nearby Kingsessing. The great ornithologist is buried in the grave yard of the church in which he asked that he should be laid to rest, as it was " a silent, shady place, where the birds would be apt to come and sing over his grave."

When Old Swedes' was built the only house nearby was that of Swan Swanson, from whose three sons Penn, when he came, bought the land to lay out his town of Philadelphia. That was in 1682. A small band of pioneers had preceded the Pro prietor, and he was followed by three-and- twenty ships, filled with Quakers of all classes. The city, speedily laid out by Thomas Holme, extended from river to river, and appeared magnificent — on paper; 46

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but, truth to tell, most of the new-comers following the example of the Swedes, who gave them kindly welcome, built their homes in the corner by the Delaware; and for nearly a hundred years the town consisted of but three or four streets, running paral lel with that stream. Back of these streets lay a gloomy forest, drained by creeks, which cut the town into three or four parts before emptying into the Delaware. As late as the opening year of the Revolution Phila delphia extended only from Christian to Cal- lowhill Streets, north and south, and until well on in the present century Frankford, Roxborough, and Germantown were reck oned distant hamlets, being seldom visited by the people of the town.

On a " pleasant hill" overlooking the river, and with a noble sweep of forest land be tween, the Proprietor reserved a lot for himself, on which he had built the house, which he gave to his daughter Lsetitia. The brick and other material for this house were brought from England, and within its walls Penn passed most of the busy and fruitful days of his first visit, preferring it to the 47

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costly and imposing pile he had reared at Pennsbury. The searcher after the site of the Laetitia House finds it in Laetitia Court, between Chestnut and Market, Second and Front Streets, — a narrow, dirty alley, cut off from the sunlight by the backs of the great importing houses which now cover the wooded glades where, in the Proprietor's time, deer ranged at will. Elsewhere in Philadelphia there are few traces of the reign of the Penns. One of the few is what is known as Lansdowne, now included in Fairmount Park, which was once owned and occupied by John Penn, governor of the colony in its last days of submission to the British crown.

The Laetitia House was the first brick building erected in Philadelphia. Most of the dwellings built during the earlier years of the Quaker occupancy, some of which are still standing within the precincts of the " old town," were of black and red English brick, or of mortar mixed with broken stone and mica. They were, as a rule, small, hipped-roofed, two-storied structures, infe rior in every way to those now occupied by 48

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people of moderate incomes. Gradually, however, as time went on, the more shrewd or fortunate among the Quakers acquired large means, while the steady growth of the town attracted to it a number of men, not followers of Penn, who brought with them or soon became possessed of much solid wealth. From these changed conditions re sulted a division into two classes of the social life of the town, and the building of many splendid houses, the grandeur of which is reflected in more than one diary and chronicle of the period. Among these were the Wharton House, in Southwark; Wilton, the estate of Joseph Turner, in the Neck; Woodlands, Governor Hamilton's great house at Blockley Hill ; the Carpenter mansion, which stood at Seventh and Chest nut Streets, surrounded by magnificent grounds ; the spacious home of Isaac Norris on Third Street; the Pemberton country- seat, on the present site of the Naval Asy lum; and, chief of all, Stenton, on the city ward site of Germantown.

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Logan, a keen-witted Scotchman turned Quaker, who, as agent of the Proprietor, stood between Penn and his debts on one hand and an impatient, grasping colonial Assembly on the other, serving both with fidelity and to good purpose. He was gen erous as well as shrewd, and at his death left the residue of a large estate to the public, including the splendid bequest of the Logan- ian Library, a literary treasure-house at any time, but invaluable a century and a half ago, when books were luxuries only for the wealthy. Logan was also the trusted friend of the Indians, who came in large deputa tions to visit him, and pitched their wig wams on the great lawn at Stenton. Logan, the famous Mingo chief, was the namesake of the good Quaker, and, in youth, was often numbered among the latter's savage guests. Stenton, in its builder's time, was the seat of a sober but large hospitality, and the cen tre of the social life of the Quakers. Here gathered the grave, mild-mannered men and the quiet, sweet-faced women, who look down upon us from old family portraits, and whose rare and admirable traits included a perfect 50

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simplicity and that repose which can belong only to people who have never doubted their own social position. " The men and women who met at Stenton," writes one of Logan's descendants, " talked no scandal and spoke not of money." Logan's home was the re sort of the colonial governors, not only of Pennsylvania but other of the provinces; and among his frequent guests were William Allen, Isaac Norris, the three Pembertons, and that Nicholas Wain who, educated for the bar, after long practice in the courts, so took to heart the moral short-comings of his fellow-lawyers that he fell into a dangerous illness. He rose from his bed a changed man, went into the meeting and became a weighty and powerful preacher.

However, not all of the guests at Stenton were as serious-minded as Wain. The men could laugh and jest on occasion; and their wives and daughters were pretty sure to display a woman's love of finery, setting off their beauty by white satin petticoats, worked in flowers, pearl satin gowns, gold chains, and seals engraven with their arms. Nor are lacking stray hints of love and courtship 51

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which lend a winsome interest to the old house, for pretty Hannah Logan's lover, re turning with her from a summer day's fish ing in the Wissahickon, writes in his diary that when they " came home there was so large a company for tea, that Hannah and I were set at a side table, and there we supped — on nectar and ambrosia." Another of Stenton's daughters was Deborah Logan, a fair and gracious woman in youth and old age, who in the " Penn and Logan Corre spondence," compiled by her and by her given to the world, has given us a faithful and winning picture of the age in which she lived, an age marked by a lack of self- assertion and an inborn hatred of brag, whose influence abides in the Philadelphia of to-day.

Different in religion, tastes, and habits from the Friends were the men of wealth and their families who constituted a not in considerable portion of Philadelphia's polite society during its first century of existence. These were the merchants and ship-owners, who, though not followers of Penn, had been attracted to his town by its successful 52

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growth, and who, opening a trade to the West Indies and England, from small ven tures quickly amassed colossal fortunes. The wives and daughters of these merchant princes, most of whom could show ancestral bearings, followed afar off the reports of English fashions. They rode on horseback or went in sedan-chairs to pay visits; their kitchens swarmed with slaves and white re- demptionists ; they dined and danced, and —gambled ; and they worshipped of a Sun day in a church dedicated to the Anglican creed.

The parish of Christ Church was thirty- two years old when the present building was commenced in 1727. William of Orange was an active promoter of the parish, and the service of plate now in use in the church was a gift from Anne. Designed by the architect of Independence Hall, Christ Church presents many points of similarity to that historic structure, and is likewise closely identified with the struggle for in dependence. Here worshipped General and Lady Washington, Samuel and John Adams, Patrick Henry, James Madison, John Han-

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cock, and Richard Henry Lee. Under its roof the Episcopal Church in America was organized, in 1785, and within its walls is now housed a rare and interesting collection of ancient volumes, furniture, pictures, and tablets, each of interest to the student and lover of the past.

One of the first rectors of Christ Church was a Rev. Mr. Coombe. He was a Loyal ist, and during the early days of the Revo lution returned to England, where he finally became chaplain to George III. It is prob ably from him or one of his family that an alley, a short distance above Christ Church, and running eastward, takes its name. Here it was that the namesake and heir of Wil liam Penn, when he came over to play the prince in the colony, once got into a brawl. He was spending an evening in Enoch Story's inn, when he fell to quarrelling with some of his fellow-citizens who were act ing as the watch. The sober Friends, who had little patience with princely debauchees, arrested the young fellow for this affray, .whereupon he incontinently forsook the So ciety for the Church of England, in which

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faith the descendants of Penn have ever since remained.

Coombe's Alley, in the younger Penn's time, was a prosperous quarter, and it still bears traces of better days. In 1795 it had a very large population for such narrow limits, — boasting its half-dozen boarding- houses, its merchants and laborers, its sol diers and mariners, its bakers and hucksters. Nor was it without its cares and troubles; for during the famous epidemic of 1793 thirty-two people died in the course of a year in this one small street. The old houses still standing in it are built of the red and black bricks so plentiful in the city's youth. In most cases curious wooden projections, like unfinished roofs, divide the first story from the second, making the latter look as though they had been an after-thought.

The chimes of Christ Church, which on July 4, 1776, proclaimed the tidings of in dependence, were paid for by the proceeds of a lottery conducted by Benjamin Franklin. The printer-patriot takes his rest under a flat marble slab in the crowded burial-ground at the corner of Fifth and Arch Streets, but 55

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his life and works are still vital influences in the city of his adoption. In truth, his ad vent into the town at the age of seventeen marks the date of the birth of the intellectual life of Philadelphia. Blending shrewd com mon sense with keen, fine humor, and a ca pacity for winning and holding friends, the young printer, in a space of time signally brief, gained recognition as a leader in the town. Its old respectabilities eyed him askance, but following where he led, made him clerk of Assembly, postmaster, and agent to England, or looked on with grudging as sent as, out of the unlikely material of his fellow-workmen, he established his Junto, or philosophic club, and founded the first sub scription library in the country, the first fire and military companies in the colony, and the first academy in the town, just as, in after-years, they held aloof while he, with two or three other Philadelphia radicals, united with Southerners and New Eng- landers in signing the papers which gave free dom to the country and immortality to its makers.

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of colonial Philadelphia can be traced to Franklin, one comes closest to him, perhaps, in the old library which grew out of his Junto club, and which, guarded by an effigy of its founder, long stood close beside the State-House, just out of Chestnut Street, but has now been removed to Park Avenue and Locust Street. Inside are dusky re cesses filled with dusty time-worn folios, and from one of the galleries the great Minerva which presided over the deliberations of the Continental Congress looks down upon a desk and clock once owned and used by William Penn. The noise and hurry of the modern world never reach this cloistered recess, crowded with the shades of scholars dead generations ago, and an hour spent therein is a page from the past that will linger long in the memory.

A quaint hipped-roofed house standing on Front Street, a few doors above Dock, re calls another significant incident in the life of Franklin. To this house, erstwhile oc cupied by one generation after another of Quakers, he was conducted upon his return from England, just before the opening of 57

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the Revolution. Philadelphia had for some time presented the spectacle of an exception ally temperate and prudent community slowly rousing to temperate, prudent resistance to injustice. The Friends, prompted by mo tives for which we can scarcely blame them, were opposed to armed rebellion; so were the great merchants, to whom a war with England threatened financial ruin. Facing the other way were a numerous body of citizens eager for the moment of conflict. Loyalist and patriot alike waited anxiously for Franklin and his first words of counsel. The Friends in a body met him as he landed, and without a word, in solemn procession, escorted him to the Front Street house. Entering, they all seated themselves, still silent, waiting for the Spirit of God first to speak through some of them, when, as we are told, Franklin stood up and cried out with power, " To arms, my friends, to arms !" That his warning fell on reluctant if unheeding ears is known to all. The sudden influx of the leaders of the Revolution, in the stormy days that fol lowed, pushed the Quaker class and the 58

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Tory families for the moment to the wall; and during the most glorious period of the city's history her old rulers, with few ex ceptions, yielded their places to strangers.

Still another reminder of the Philadelphia that Franklin knew is the house of his long time friend, John Bartram, which yet stands near the Schuylkill, on the Gray's Ferry Road. The former home of the Quaker botanist is of graystone, hewn from the solid rock and put in place in 1734 by Bartram's own hands; for among his other accom plishments he reckoned that of practical stonemason. A dense mat of ivy, out of which peep two windows, cover its northern end. The south end, nearly free from vines, is also pierced with two large windows, the sills thereof curiously carved in stone-work. Between these two windows, upper and lower, a smooth, square block of stone has been carved with this inscription :

'Tis God alone, Almighty Lord, The Holy One by me adored.

John Bartram, 1770.

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jecting wings runs a wooden porch, sup ported by a massive stone pillar, the front covered by an aged but still lusty Virginia creeper. Time has worked small change in the ancient structure. The great fireplace in its central room has been filled up, and the old Franklin stove, a present, mayhap, from Benjamin himself, has been removed from the sitting-room, but beyond this every thing stands as it did in its first owner's time. Back of the sitting-room, in the wing looking towards the south, is an airy apart ment that once did duty as a conservatory. Beside this room is the botanist's study, with windows facing the south and east. It was here in later years that Alexander Wilson wrote the opening pages of his great work on ornithology, under the patronage and aided by the suggestions of William Bar- tram, the successor of his father John, and himself a naturalist of learning and repute. Against the front of the house grows a Jerusalem " Christ's-thorn," and on one side of it a gnarled and tangled yew-tree, both planted by the elder Bartram's hands. Thence the famous botanic garden, the first 60

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one on this continent, which the good Quaker constructed untaught, planting it with trees and shrubs gathered by himself in count less journeys through the wilderness, slopes gently downward to the banks of the Schuyl- kill. When Charles Kingsley visited Phila delphia, some years ago, his first request was to be taken to this old garden, which has now become a grove of trees, rare and various, of native and foreign growth, — deciduous trees and evergreens of many varieties, blossoming shrubs, white and red cedars, spruce, pines, and firs, thick with shade and spicy with odor. At the gar den's lower edge and close to the river once stood a cider-mill, of which all that remains is a great embedded rock, hewn flat, with a circular groove in it, in which a stone dragged by horses revolved, crushing the apples to pulp. A channel cut through the rock leading from the groove served to con vey the juice from the mill. It was a piece of Bartram's own handiwork, another example of the combining of the practical and ideal in his sturdy nature. Not far from this old cider-mill stands a stone marking the grave 61

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of one of Bartram's servants, an aged black, one time a slave, for even the Quakers held slaves in colony times. At the time of the old negro's death, however, he was a free man, and had been for years, for Bartram was one of the earliest emancipators of slaves in America.

All that Bartram, whom Linnaeus pro nounced " the greatest of living botanists," was enabled to achieve he owed, in the main, to his own efforts. His life was of the sim plest character; and to the last he retained the habits and customs of the plain farmer folk, of whom he accounted himself one. Touching also in its modesty and simplicity is his own account of how he became a botanist. " One day," he wrote in his later years, " I was busy in holding my plough, and being aweary I sat me beneath the shade of a tree to rest myself. I cast mine eyes upon a daisy. I plucked the pretty flower, and viewing it with more closeness than common farmers are wont to bestow upon a weed, I observed therein many curious and distinct parts, each perfect in itself, and each in its way tending to enhance the beauty of 62

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the flower. ' What a shame/ said some thing within my mind, ' that thou hast spent so many years in the ruthless destroying of that which the Lord in His infinite goodness hath made so perfect in its humble place without thy trying to understand one of the simplest leaves P This thought awakened my curiosity, for these are not the thoughts to which I had been accustomed. I re turned to my plough once more; but this new desire for inquiry into the perfections the Lord hath granted to all about us did not quit my mind; nor hath it since."

The path upon which he thus set forth made the Quaker farmer the peer and fellow of the greatest naturalists of his time, and in his later days royal botanist for the prov inces. Bartram lived to the age of eighty, hale and strong to the last, his only trouble being his dread that the ravages of the Revolution might reach his peaceful gar den. His fear was groundless, for all alike reverenced and loved the gentle old man. His death occurred on the morrow of the battle of Brandywine.

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thriving, well-conditioned, prosperous city of thirty thousand inhabitants, the largest in the colonies, and, thanks to the genius of Franklin, paved, lighted, and ordered in a way almost unknown in any other town of that period. It was, also, as nearly as pos sible, the central point of the colonies. Thus both its position and its condition drew to it the strangers from the North and the South, who began to appear in the streets and public places in the late summer of 1774. Few of these strangers were commonplace; most of them gave evidence of distinction, and all were prompt in setting about the work that had brought them from their widely-scattered homes.

The members of the first colonial Con gress having found, on reaching Philadel phia, that the State-House was already oc cupied by the Provincial Assembly, deter mined to hold their meetings in the hall, on Chestnut Street above Third, built by the Honorable Society of Carpenters, and still used by them. Accordingly, on the morn ing of September 5 they assembled at the City Tavern, where most of them were quar- 64

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tered, and went thence together to this little hall. We are told that the Quakers watched the little procession gloomily, but it was made up of men who have assumed for us heroic proportions. There were John and Samuel Adams, of Massachusetts, the latter with stern, set face of the Puritan type; the venerable Stephen Hopkins, of Rhode Island ; Roger Sherman, of Connecticut, tall and grave; John Jay, of New York, with birth and breeding written in his clean-cut feat ures; Thomas McKean, of Pennsylvania, an Anak among patriots, and lank Caesar Rodney, of Delaware. There, too, were Christopher Gadsden and the two Rutledges, from South Carolina, while Peyton Ran dolph, full of years and honors, headed a delegation from Virginia which included Patrick Henry, Richard Henry Lee, and another better known than any of them, with his soldier's fame won on hard-fought fields, — George Washington, of Mount Ver- non. What the grave, silent Virginia col onel had done was known to every onlooker. What he was yet to do no one dreamed, but we may easily believe that the people who II.-5 65

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lined the streets that sunny September morn ing felt dumbly what Henry said for those who met him in the Congress, " Washing ton is unquestionably the greatest of them all."

The work done in the assembly-room of the hall of the Carpenters in the autumn days of 1774 cleared the way for the call to arms. When the Congress met again, in May of the following year, it held its deliberations in the State-House, and thenceforward the his tory of the country takes this long, old- fashioned structure of red brick, with its white marble facings and thick window- sashes, as its central point of interest. In the little square before it gathered excited groups of patriots and Loyalists on the mem orable days and still more memorable nights when within its walls, behind closed doors, the delegates of thirteen colonies were de bating a resolution to declare them inde pendent. On July 2, 1776, the resolution was passed. "A greater question," says Adams, " perhaps never was decided among men."

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cock and Charles Thomson, president and secretary of the Congress, on the Fourth of July, this act taking place in the east room of the State-House on the lower floor, where during the next four weeks the other members of the Congress also affixed their signatures. The Declaration had been written by Thomas Jefferson in his lodging- house, which stood until recently at the south_ west corner of Market and Seventh Streets. It was made public on the morrow of the Fourth, but was not officially given to the people until noonday on the 8th of July, when it was read to a great crowd in the State-House yard. The stage on which the reader stood was a rough platform, built some years before by David Rittenhouse, the astronomer, as an observatory from which to note certain important movements of the planets.

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rent the welkin when the reading of the Declaration was finished; bonfires were lighted; the chimes of Christ Church rang until nightfall, and the old bell in the State- House tower gave a new and noisy meaning to the words inscribed on its side a quarter of a century before, — " Proclaim liberty throughout the land and to all the inhabitants thereof."

Thus the Republic was born. The story of the days of storm and stress that fol lowed has been written again and again, and ever finds new chroniclers; but over one act of the great Congress that adopted the Declaration the pen must always linger with affectionate touch. On June 14, 1777, it was resolved by the Congress " that the flag of the United States be thirteen stripes al ternately red and white, and that the union be thirteen white stars, in a blue field, rep resenting a new constellation." The first flag was modelled under the personal super vision of Washington, who was then in Phil adelphia, and a committee from the Con gress. They called upon Mrs. Elizabeth Ross, who conducted an upholstery shop in 68

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the little house yet standing at 239 Arch Street; and from a rough draft which Washington had made she prepared the first flag. The general's design contained stars of six points, but Mrs. Ross thought that five points would make them more sym metrical. She completed the flag in twenty- four hours, and at Fort Schuyler, New York, a few weeks later, it received its baptism of fire. " Betsy" Ross was appointed by Con gress to be the manufacturer of the govern ment flags, and she followed this occupation for many years, being succeeded by her children.

In September, 1777, the British entered Philadelphia, and it was not reoccupied by the patriot army till 1779. Meantime in its northern suburbs was fought the desper ate and luckless battle of Germantown. About many of the old houses of that village hang pulse-moving legends of the one event ful day in its history. Chief among these is the Chew House, built in 1763, about which the fight raged furiously for hours. This house was held by Colonel Musgrave and six companies so long that a gallant lad, the 69

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Chevalier de Manduit, with Colonel Laurens, crept up to fire it with a wisp of straw. They escaped under a shower of balls, while a young man who had followed them fell dead at the first shot.

Another old house at the corner of Main Street and West Walnut Lane was used as a hospital and amputating-room, while the Wistar House, built in 1744, was occupied by some of the British officers, one of whom was General Agnew, " a cheerful and heart- some young man," according to tradition. As he passed out to join his command he encountered the old servant Justinia at work in the garden, and bade her hide in the cel lar until the fighting was at an end. But Justinia refused to obey, and had not fin ished hoeing her cabbages when Agnew was carried in wounded unto death, a decoration which he wore on his breast having offered a mark for a patriot rifleman. A quaint room of the Wistar House, now filled with relics of early times, is the one in which the heartsome young officer breathed out his life. His blood still stains the floor.

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is to be encountered in a stroll about Ger- mantown, for in the yard of St. Michael's Lutheran Church sleeps one who played a useful if humble part in the struggle. Chris. Ludwick was a Dutch baker of Germantown, who had saved a comfortable fortune before the commencement of the seven years' war. Half of this property he offered to the ser vice of his country, swearing at the same time never to shave until her freedom was accomplished. Washington gave him charge of the ovens of the army, and Baker-General Ludwick, with his great grizzled beard and big voice, was a familiar and not unheroic figure in the camp. He died an old man of eighty, in 1801, leaving his entire fortune for the education of the poor.

After the Revolution came the making of the Constitution and the setting afoot of the Union, with Philadelphia as the national capital. The city's condition during the years in which it was controlled by Wash ington's simple high-bred court is known to every reader of history. In the great house once occupied by Richard Penn, afterwards owned by Robert Morris, and gone long 71

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since from the south side of Market Street, Washington had his home from 1791 to 1797. It was deemed the fittest dwelling in the city for the President of the new nation, and must have well deserved to be called a mansion. There are many pleasing pictures of the life led there by Washington and his family, but none half so winsome and de lightful as that of a girl friend of Nelly Custis, who spent a night in the President's house. " When ten o'clock came," she tells us, " Mrs. Washington retired, and her granddaughter accompanied her, and read a chapter and psalm from the old family Bible. All then knelt together in prayer, and when Mrs. Washington's maid had pre pared her for bed Nelly sang a soothing hymn, and, leaning over her, received from her some words of counsel and her kiss and blessing."

One other picture, and the last, of the Philadelphia of a century ago. The time was March 4, 1797, and a vast crowd had assembled in the State-House to witness the inauguration of John Adams as Washington's successor. Few in the throng, however, 72

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gave heed to the entrance of the new chief executive. Instead, every eye was bent upon Washington, for the people knew it was to be the last public appearance of their idol. "He wore," writes an eye-witness, "a full suit of black velvet, his hair powdered and in a bag, diamond knee-buckles, and a light sword with gray scabbard." Beside him was the new Vice-President, Jefferson, awk ward and ungainly; and nearby was the boyish Madison and the burly Knox. When Adams had read his inaugural and left the room the crowd cheered, but did not move. Jefferson, after some courteous parley, took precedence of Washington, and went out. Still the people remained motionless, watch ing the noble figure in black; nor did any one stir until Washington descended from the platform and left the hall to follow and pay his respects to the new President. Then they and all the crowd in the streets moved after him, but in silence. Upon the thresh old of the President's lodgings he turned and faced this multitude of nameless friends. " No man ever saw him so moved." The tears rolled unchecked down his cheeks. Then

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he bowed slowly and low and went within. After he had gone a smothered sound, not unlike a sob, went up from the crowd, for they knew that their hero had passed away to be seen of them no more.

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ONE of a dozen delightful outings lying in the way of the sojourner in Philadelphia or its suburbs takes one to the ancient bor ough of Bristol. Set down on the western bank of the Delaware, midway between Trenton and Philadelphia, Bristol has seen more than two centuries sweep by since the beginning of its settlement, and all about the town there are traces remaining of the birth years of the republic, and even of colonial times, in narrow and irregular streets, and olden houses with chimneys at the gable ends, and in family heirlooms treasured in these antique dwellings by de scendants of the first settlers. A large part of Bristol is built of brick, giving the town a substantial and comfortable appearance; Mill Street, the main thoroughfare, has many old business houses on it, and RadclifTe Street, stretching through its vista of shade- 75

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trees, for a long distance along the river's bank, is lined with fine mansions, most of them set in spacious grounds, and all com manding views of the Delaware, creeping seaward between grassy and wooded banks. Peace and rest dwell the twelvemonth through in Bristol, and it is fitting that they do, for the town is the eastern gateway to the Perm's Wood of other days, and six miles to the north of it, up the Delaware, is Pennsbury Manor, the spot where stood the mansion erected and occupied by Wil liam Penn. The estate originally consisted of above six thousand acres, bounded by Welcome Creek and Governor's Creek. A tract of three hundred acres, including the site of the homestead, is now owned as a farm by William Penn Crozer. Many years ago a visitor to the place noted the fact that nine gnarled cherry-trees were then stand ing as the remains of Penn's cherry hedge along the lane. One poor stump is all that is now left, and this relic is fast crumbling into dust, but the well that belonged to the old mansion still gives its pure water to the thirsty or curious wayfarer. 76

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The manor-house was of brick, and might possibly have been preserved till now had not a neglected water-tank on the roof helped by its leakage the process of decay. The only vestiges of the building remaining are the old bricks, which pave the cellar floor of the present farm-house. The ancient house was sixty feet long and forty feet deep, with offices and adjoining buildings. It was begun in 1682, immediately upon Penn's arrival, and was constructed in the best style of the day, costing some thousands of pounds and consuming four or five years in its erection. With its stately porch in front and rear, and wide hall running through it, and spacious apartments, it must have presented an appearance of elegance unusual to the New World. There was Stabling for twelve horses, and it was not forgotten to provide a brew-house in which to brew ale for the household.

A beautiful garden was laid out between the house and the river, and a broad shady walk added to the grace of these elegant grounds. In the years 1700 and 1701 the founder lived here in the style usual to 77

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men of his rank in colonial times, enter taining frequent guests with liberal hos pitality. The Indians here held conference with the distinguished Friend, and on one occasion he gave a feast under the poplars at the manor to his Indian visitors, at which time one hundred turkeys were served up, " besides venison and other meats." In at tending to his extensive plantations Penn was often away, so that he frequently passed in his barge from Philadelphia, then be ginning its history, to this manor home on the Delaware, which was then wooded to its very edge with stately forest-trees. But he was not permitted long to enjoy his rural tastes. Interests imperilled by political changes called him to England, and though he hoped soon to return and spend the even ing of his life in this chosen home, his wish was never gratified.

The country about and beyond Pennsbury Manor is classic ground. Not far away is the site of the house in which Moreau, Na poleon's old marshal and the victor of Hohenlinden, led the life of an American country gentleman until, in an evil hour, 78

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he listened to the proposals of the Emperors of Austria and Russia, and went back to Europe to have his legs shot off at Dresden ; a short distance to the north Washington made his famous " crossing of the Dela ware" on the Christmas Eve of 1776, a few miles to the south is Trappe, long the home of Muhlenberg, and an easy morning's jour ney through Bucks and Montgomery into Chester takes one to historic Valley Forge, where was passed the gloomiest and saddest period of the war for independence.

Trappe, which lies near the lower edge of Montgomery County, is a small place and modest, but it has played its part in history, for it was here, in 1733, that the first Lu theran place of worship in America was erected, and it was here that Muhlenberg began his great work of establishing the doctrine of his church in this country. He came from Germany to the settlement of Trappe in 1742, and found a structure of logs that the primitive Lutherans had built to worship in. In 1743 he built a stone church to take the place of the rude log sanctuary, and it stands to-day just as it 79

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was finished a century and a half ago. It has not been used for church service for many years, but is sacredly preserved for its historic associations.

The walls of this ancient church are moss- grown and worn by wind and storm, but they are firm, and able to defy decay and ruin for another century. Its odd and angular ar chitecture is striking. There is no steeple, and from the peak the roof slopes gradually for a few feet, and then drops at a sharp angle to the eaves. The heavy arched ves tibule door is fastened by a ponderous lock, the great key that unlocks it being yellow and eaten with rust.

The interior of the church is as it was the day services were first held in it by Muhlenberg, except that the high, straight- backed pewS show the marks of occupancy by generations of worshippers. The curious oaken pulpit, hanging high against the wall at one end of the room, and reached by a long flight of steps, is the same from which Muhlenberg preached. Above the pulpit is the sounding-board that aided in making the preacher's words more distinct to his hearers. 80

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A gallery of hewn oak timbers, with quaint wrought-iron braces to support it, extends around three sides of the room. Paint never stained the interior of the old church, and it was never heated, even in the coldest weather. Over the door on the outside a Latin inscription could once be read, but the rude letters have been so obliterated by time that they can no longer be deciphered.

The burial-ground of this ancient edifice contains the graves of the pioneers of Lu- theranism in this country, and here repose the remains of Father Muhlenberg himself. Beside his lie those of his distinguished son, Peter, who was preacher, soldier, and states man. It was this son who, at the breaking out of the Revolutionary War, appeared in the pulpit dressed in the uniform of a col onel, and telling his people that there was a time to preach and a time to fight, and the time had come to fight, proceeded to enlist men for the patriot army on the spot.

From Trappe, which promises to long re main one of the most delightful of New World nooks, a tree-embowered road winds southward between low hills to the site of II.— 6 81

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Washington's camp at Valley Forge. This covers some two thousand acres of rolling meadow-land, broken here and there with abrupt wooded hills. The old stone man sion occupied as head-quarters by Washing ton and his staff fronts the station of the Philadelphia and Reading Railroad. South ward, at a distance of a quarter of a mile, is the spot where Washington's original head-quarters stood, the building, now re moved, which he occupied in December, 1777. A stone's throw from there is the bubbling spring known as " Washington's Spring," on the right bank of Valley Creek. On the farther side of that stream, a step below, is the site of the old Valley Forge, from which the locality takes its name, built in 1757. To the southeast a few hundred yards, extending in a zigzag line north and south for a quarter of a mile, are the re mains of the old entrenchments thrown up by the patriot troops, and still easily dis tinguished by the irregular and scattered heaps of stones and the uneven elevation of the greensward. To the right of these re mains are the foundation-stones and de- 82

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cayed timbers of Fort Washington, which served as the eastern bulwark of the camp. Southwest of this, a quarter of a mile far ther, is the site of the head-quarters used by Knox and the officers of his command, and a short distance below, on the other side of Valley Creek, is the site of Lafay ette's head-quarters, a two-and-a-half story house which still stands, little changed by the years.

It was after the disastrous battles of the Brandywine and Germantown that the Con tinental army went into camp at Valley Forge. The enlisted men and their field and line officers dwelt in cabins, each built to accommodate twelve men. Six months of terrible suffering were spent in these dreary huts. The patriot troopers, ragged and half starved, without shoes or blankets or proper clothing, slept at night during the whole dreadful winter of 1777-78 on the bare earth, and in the daytime, in providing firewood for their comfortless cabins, left foot-tracks of blood on the frozen ground, hallowing the very soil by the severity and heroism of their sufferings. Disease added 83

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its terrors to those of famine and cold, and smallpox wrought fearful havoc in the camp. Facilities of transportation were scarce, and such supplies as could be procured were car ried upon the backs of the men and hauled in improvised hand-carts. By the middle of January, 1/78, things were so desperate that General Varnum wrote to General Greene, " In all human probability the army must dissolve."

The prospect for American independence was dark indeed, but in the character of Washington was something which enabled him, notwithstanding the discordant mate rials of which his army was composed, and in spite of the hardships and privations his men endured, to so attach both officers and soldiers to his person that no distress could weaken their affections nor impair the re spect and veneration in which he was held by them. When that army, after its trying ordeal, left Valley Forge, it started upon a career of victory, and never again knew the sting and bitterness of defeat. The battle of the Brandywine was the high-water mark of British success, and after June 18, 1777, 84

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until the surrender at Yorktown the army of the invader constantly met with re verses.

The passage of sixscore years has made few changes at Valley Forge. Trees have been cut down and the woods which shel tered Washington's soldiers have disap peared, but the generals' head-quarters, with one or two exceptions, are still standing, and the Potts mansion, which housed Wash ington and his staff and is now the property of the Sons of America, appears inside and out almost precisely as it was when occupied by the patriot captain.

A plain, somewhat contracted-looking house is this Valley Forge shrine, after the usual type of ancient Pennsylvania home steads, with a queer roof over the door and narrow, small-paned windows that end in low, deep window-seats. Interest in the house centres in the back room used by Washington as a private office and fur nished with articles gathered here and there of the date of Washington's residence, but the dwelling as a whole strikes the visitor as a bare-looking and somewhat dreary 85

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place, and when its few relics have been inspected one is not unwilling to leave it for the drive over quiet country roads to the church built in 1715 and known as " Old St. David's at Radnor."

This little temple in the wilderness, of which Longfellow wrote in one of his last poems, —

"What an image of peace and rest

Is this little church among its graves ! All is so quiet ; the troubled breast, The wounded spirit, the heart oppressed, Here may find the repose it craves.

" See how the ivy climbs and expands

Over this humble hermitage, And seems to caress with its little hands The rough gray stones as a child that stands

Caressing the wrinkled cheeks of age.

" You cross the threshold, and dim and small

Is the space that serves for the Shepherd's fold ; The narrow aisle, the bare, white wall, The pews and the pulpit, quaint and tall, Whisper and say : * Alas ! we are old !' "

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and country. The ivy-clad structure is of rough graystone, in the old Pennsylvania style. The walls are thick, the shingled roof low, the windows arched, and the shutters iron-barred. Within the church an oaken table serves for an altar, and the pews are square and provided with doors. A high gallery extends across the end, and this is reached by a flight of stone steps from the outside, — a peculiarity that forms one of its distinguishing features.

The little church stands in a forest of gravestones, and even its door-step covers the dust of one of the forefathers of Rad nor, a certain William Moore, who, dying in 1781, was, it is said, buried beneath the step as a mark of dishonor, on account of his being a Tory. Another tale has it that this was a token of respect. He requested that his remains might be interred under the pulpit, and as the vestry were unwilling to place them within the church, it was decided that the suppliant's bones should be deposited in the next best location, — before the door. Be this as it may, Moore's memorial stone has been trodden upon for a hundred years, 87

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so that his epitaph has become a blur, — little of him to-day can be read but his name.

The most interesting spot in this fruitful God's Acre is the grave of that fearless sol dier of the Revolution, General Anthony Wayne, who here takes his rest with his wife and kindred beside him. A stately monument marks the spot where his bones were interred, in 1809, having been brought, a dozen years after his death, from their original resting-place at Erie to be deposited amid the familiar scenes of his youth and manhood. This second funeral was a great event in the neighborhood. " The remains of General Wayne," says the historian of Old St. David's, " were removed from the fortress at Presqu' Isle to Radnor church yard by his son, Colonel Isaac Wayne, and at the same time (July 4, 1809) the Penn sylvania State Society of the Cincinnati, with due ritual ceremonies, placed over the grave of the illustrious dead the present monument. The wonders of that day are still fresh in the minds of some of our church-members; the First City Troop, of Philadelphia, under command of Mayor Robert Wharton, rode

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out to Radnor, and performed the honors of war over the grave of the general, but so excessively hot was the day that one of the officers is said to have fainted while coming down the hill near which the present par sonage stands. The hearse proceeded from Mr. Wayne's house to the church, and an old soldier named Samuel Smiley is said to have marched before it all the way, re fusing to ride, and mourning the loss of his old commander."

There is another noble reminder of Wayne in the land which holds his dust. Just over the hills from Old St. David's is the house in which he was born, and where he spent most of his life when not engaged in mili tary campaigns, — a grand old homestead, still owned and occupied by his descendants. The house is filled with relics of Wayne, and the parlor is furnished exactly as it was in the general's time. It has an antique fireplace, with brass andirons and fender, and on the mantel are two pairs of china vases with handles that have survived with out a crack, and a pair of silver candlesticks and snuffers. A beautiful old mirror fills 89

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the space between the windows, the stiff draperies of the period that cross it from the window almost concealing its beauty. These draperies are looped with gilt pins, and har monize thoroughly with the ancient-looking sofa and chairs and the stiff neutral-hued carpet. The chairs, of course, are high- backed and broad-seated, after the fashion of a century ago, and the room as a whole is an admirable relic of that olden time.

A leisurely half-hour's stroll from the Wayne homestead is Paoli, scene of the massacre of a hundred and fifty American soldiers on the night of September 20, 1777, — nine days after the battle of the Brandy- wine. The Americans, pursued by the Brit ish, had fallen back to Warwick Furnace, in Chester County, and General Wayne, whose command numbered some fifteen hun dred men, had been ordered by Washington to cut off the enemy's baggage-train and halt his advance towards Schuylkill valley, thus affording the Continentals time to cross the river and march down the other side.

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the spot now marked by the Paoli monu ment, some four miles in the rear of the British army. It was his purpose to attack the enemy's rear whenever they should re sume their march towards the Schuylkill, but he did not take into account the treach ery of his old friends and neighbors. Late that night, under cover of darkness and guided by Tory residents of the country side, the British general, Grey, massed his troops as near the camp of Wayne as pos sible without betraying a knowledge of his approach through the woods, and made a deadly charge upon the American corps.

Although cleverly executed, the surprise was not complete. The assailants were re ceived with several close and destructive vol leys which must have done great execution; but the Americans were greatly outnum bered, and, in the end, were obliged to re treat in haste and disorder. Many victims were massacred after resistance on their part had ceased; the cry for quarter was un heeded, and the British bayonet did its work with unpitying ferocity. Of the American dead, fifty-three were laid in one grave. A 91

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pile of stones marked their burial-spot until 1817, when a monument was placed above it by the people of Chester. The present monument, a handsome granite shaft, with inscriptions on the four sides, was unveiled on the centennial of the massacre in 1877.

Paoli, which borrows its name from the Corsican general Pasquale di Paoli, leader of the revolt against the Genoese, is an old, old place in the midst of charming scenery; and, indeed, full of legend and story, as are nearly all the beautiful nooks and hamlets of Southeastern Pennsylvania. There is Swarthmore, with its memories of Benjamin West; and there are the Quaker villages of Kennett Square, Oxford, and Calvert ; Rob ert Fulton's birthplace among the Cono- wingo Hills, and sleepy Manheim, on the hitherside of Lancaster, with its stories of Baron Stiegel and its yearly " Feast of the Roses," — all within compass of a day's jour ney by rail or wheel from Philadelphia.

Swarthmore, the Springfield of other

days, was founded by Thomas Pierson, the

friend and comrade of William Penn.

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West, and one of the children of this union was Benjamin West, the painter. West left America when he was twenty-two years old never to return, but the house in which he was born, a stone structure with dormer- windows set squarely in the sloping roof, still stands inside the college grounds at Swarthmore very like it was in the painter's youth. Here, with no guide save native love for the beautiful, West began to draw and paint, and the first expression of his talent was in the picture of a sleeping child, drawn in this old house. It is commonly told that it was his sleeping sister who in spired him; but Benjamin was the youngest of his father's children. The mother of the baby was Benjamin's sister. She had come with the infant to spend a few days with her parents. When the child was asleep, Mrs. West invited the mother to gather flowers in the garden, giving the little boy a fan with which to flap away the flies while he watched the baby in their absence.

The child smiled in its sleep. Seizing pen and paper, and having fortunately both red and black ink on a table near by, he drew 93

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a picture which he endeavored to conceal when his mother and sister entered. The mother, noticing his confusion, requested him to show what he was hiding. Mrs. West looked at the drawing with pleasure, and said to her daughter, " I declare, he has made a likeness of little Sally," and kissed him with fondness and satisfaction. This is chronicled in Gait's " Life of Benjamin West" as " the birth of fine art in the New World."

The old house at Swarthmore also brings to mind the piquant romance of which West was the hero. Elizabeth Shewell was an orphan girl residing with her brother in Philadelphia. This brother, an ambitious man, urged her to marry a wealthy suitor, but she refused, having already pledged her vows to West. Thereafter a close watch was kept upon the girl, and orders given to the servants to refuse admittance to West if he ever came to the door. For five years Elizabeth waited; then assisted by friends, watching within and without, — Benjamin Franklin was one of them, — she descended a rope-ladder from the window 94

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of her room, and was hurried into a waiting carriage and driven rapidly to the wharf, where a ship was ready to sail. The father of West received her, cared for her during the voyage, and delivered her to the eager lover, who came aboard the ship at Liver pool and embraced her rapturously.

" Hast thou no welcome for thy old father, Benjamin?" asked the aged Quaker, who stood, smiling, to behold their joyful meet ing.

" That I have, father !" cried the son, and the father never after felt a moment's neg lect.

The lovers, upon their arrival in London, went at once to St. Martin's-in-the-Fields, a favorite church for weddings to this day, and marriage sealed a union which never knew discord or sorrow. West, in after- years, sent a portrait of his wife as a peace- offering to her brother, who never looked at it, but had it stowed away in the garret of his house. One of his grandchildren remem bers having beaten with a switch the portrait of his " naughty aunty" who smiled upon the children playing in the attic, where she 95

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had gone to weep, a lovelorn maiden, — smiled upon them from her calm estate of wedded bliss in England.

Swarthmore lies midway between Paoli and the Delaware, and from it a railroad runs to Kennett Square, another quaint Quaker village, now indissolubly bound up with the name and fame of Bayard Taylor. This poet was born and spent his early youth in or near Kennett Square, and when he had won fame and fortune he realized a dream that had haunted him in his travels and, in 1859, built Cedarcraft, a dignified mansion placed in the midst of a broad domain about a mile from the town of Kennett and facing the home of his youth. Nearing it from the village, one catches a glimpse of the house through the trees that cluster about it, but, as one drives or walks on, it is soon shut from view by a grove of oaks and chestnuts that rise like a wall on the hither side of the es tate. A low hill ascended, one comes to a wide rustic gate, which opens into a short woodland drive, at the end of which stands the house, kept in excellent condition by its present owner.

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A substantial, two-storied structure of red brick, with corners of gray granite, Cedar- craft has a spacious and a cosy look, such as a poet's home ought to have. Taylor loved it as he did no other spot on earth, and within its walls he did the greater part of his best work, for it was at Cedarcraft that he wrote " The Poet's Journal," " The Masque of the Gods," "Home Pastorals," and " Deuka- lion," his two novels, " Joseph and his Friends" and " The Story of Kennett," and the major portion of his translation of " Faust," — the crowning literary effort of his life.

Taylor left Cedarcraft for the last time in the summer of 1877. He died a few months later in Berlin, whither he had gone as United States minister. In March, 1879, his body was brought back to America and laid to rest in Longwood Cemetery, a few miles from Kennett, where a modest monu ment marks the graves of the poet and of his first wife, Mary Agnew. But it is Cedarcraft that is and will long remain Taylor's most speaking memorial. Its owner should count himself a fortunate man, for in possessing II.-7 97

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it he possesses more than his house and his grounds, — the home in which a famous and gifted poet once lived, and which will always be associated with his memory, — a shrine to which reverent pilgrimages will be made in the years to come.

Kennett Square, a handful of houses lying along clean roadways, remains as in Tay lor's time a distinctively Quaker community, and Oxford and Calvert, to the west and south of it, are still given over in the main to members of the Society of Friends. Cal vert, settled in 1701, and known until very recently as Brick Meeting-House, is the oldest of the three, and most of its people dwell on lands given to their forefathers by William Penn. Thrift rules in Calvert, and abstinence and prudence regulate its morals. The inhabitants under protest pay tribute to the State and Federal governments and a subsidy to support a national army. More over, there is the tradition of a long-gone day, what time the whole country thrilled with martial music and the tread of .soldiers marching to the battles of the Civil War, that came freighted with dire import for 98

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peaceful Calvert, whose simple souls as yet realized but dimly that war had the nation by its throat.

On the day noted, however, a government tax-gatherer invaded the community in the interest of his duty to lay a war tax there, and a tranquil-minded patriarch, the wealthi est and most influential citizen of the village, impelled by his resolute scruples against war fare, persistently refused to pay his individ ual assessment. He placidly accompanied an officer of the law to the shire town and was lodged in the county jail, where, sus tained by his conscience, he bore imprison ment with meekness and fortitude. After he had been confined there a week or more a wealthy citizen of another faith paid the Quaker's war tax, and the old man went back to his home and hill-side acres.

Since then Calvert has been a hamlet with out a history, a domain given over to peace, where Time's course is as smooth as a June breeze in the meadows. Peaceful and benig nant, yet retiring and self-contained, the Quakers of Calvert seldom, if ever, seek con verts among the people about them, but on 99

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each First Day they faithfully gather at the Old Brick Meeting-House, one of the Friends' most widely known landmarks, within the walls of which seven generations have worshipped after the fashion taught by Fox and Penn, and attendance at one of their meetings proves an experience not likely to be soon forgotten. When all the seats are filled there is stillness for a time, and then the voice of some Friend " moved by the spirit" will be heard. Beginning in ordinary tones, the utterance soon rises to the peculiar sing-song of the sect, — fasci nating and appropriate when used by some sweet-voiced woman Friend, but grating not a little on worldly ears when in the nasal twang of some fervent male exhorter. This finished, perhaps some one will offer prayer. Now and then a member whom the spirit has never moved before will get up, speak a few words, and sit down. It is seldom that more than two or three speak. A clasp of hands across the low partition, which divides the meeting-room into two parts, by the man and woman nearest each other on the front seat ends the service, and with the rustle of

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the women's dresses and the noisier footfalls of the worshippers follows the quick empty ing of the house.

Calvert was settled, as I have said, in 1701, and the burial-ground around the Old Brick Meeting-House is now thickly sown with the graves of the hamlet's dead. One of these mounds covers the dust of a woman whose career offers a tempting theme for the story-teller. Elizabeth Maxwell was a comely and spirited English maiden, born in the opening year of the eighteenth century. Her mother and her uncle, Daniel Defoe, — the same Daniel Defoe who wrote " Rob inson Crusoe" and " The Plague in London," — frowned upon the attentions paid her by a young man in London, and eighteen-year- old Elizabeth, angered by their treatment, left home secretly and suddenly and took passage on a vessel for the New World.

The wilful girl, having no money with which to pay her passage, agreed with the captain, as was common in those days, to be sold for a term of years on reaching Amer ica. The sale occurred in Philadelphia in the fall of 1718, a number of other persons 101

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who came across the sea in like manner being offered at the same time. Andrew Job, of Calvert, attended the sale, purchased Eliz abeth for a period of years, and took her to his home, where Thomas Job, his kinsman, fell in love with and married her. After her marriage she wrote her relatives in London of her circumstances and surroundings. Her uncle, Daniel Defoe, re plied that her mother had died and left prop erty by will to her. A list of the property came with the letter, and her uncle was de sirous that she should take especial care of articles he had used in his study, " as they had descended to the family from their Flem ish ancestors, who sought refuge under the banner of Queen Elizabeth from the tyranny of Philippe." Among the goods sent over were two chairs he had used in his study, and which are still in the keeping of his niece's descendants. Mrs. Job dwelt happily in Calvert until her death in 1782.

Fulton's birthplace is a few miles west of

Oxford, in what was formerly Little Britain

township, — now Fulton, — in Lancaster

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was born is of stone, plastered outside, two stories high, and one end of the long, low structure is higher than the other. At the east end is a small porch set under the over hanging roof. The side of the house, which is, perhaps, fifty feet long, is near the foot of a sunny hill-slope, and through the hollow runs the Conowingo Creek, which empties into the Susquehanna. A large white modest barn is behind the dwelling, and a rusty, narrow-gauge railroad runs before the side yard, at the crossing of a dusty clay road.

When Fulton was born in 1765, the house was used as a tavern, and it is said that his father, an Irishman from Kilkenny, was the proprietor of it for a number of years. The elder Fulton fell into financial straits, and, in 1772, his home passed to the ownership of Joseph Swift, of Philadelphia, in the posses sion of whose descendants it has remained to this day. This corner of Lancaster County has produced many eminent men. David Ramsay, the historian of South Caro lina, was born in Drumore township, near Fulton House, and Oliver Evans, who is 103

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said to have made the first traction engine for common roads, came into life on the Red Clay Creek, which flows only a few miles from Fulton's birthplace.

Before he was twenty Fulton left Lancas ter County never to return, but as a child playing about the doorway of his father's tavern he no doubt often saw Baron Stiegel sweep by on the way from Philadelphia to his country-seats at Manheim and Shaeffers- town. Stiegel was the hero of an excep tional career. Descended from a wealthy and titled German family, he came to America in 1750 and became one of the pioneer iron masters and glass manufacturers in the colo nies. His furnace was at Elizabeth and his glass factory at Manheim. The baron re sided in Philadelphia, where he had married an American wife, and his frequent journeys to his iron- and glass-works were imposing affairs. The coach in which he rode was drawn by four, and sometimes eight, horses. Postilions were ever at hand, and hounds ran ahead of the horses.

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lordly one. At the first sight of his ap proach the watchman in the cupola of the mansion he had erected at Manheim fired a cannon, which told the inhabitants their master was coming. The citizens and a band of musicians moved to the residence. Into town the baron swept, and was wel comed with cheers, music, and cannon. The cannon at Manheim was heard at Elizabeth Furnace, twelve miles away, and prepara tions were made to receive him. On leaving Manheim a salute was fired, and the furnace people knew he was on his way. Near Eliza beth there was a high hill, on which a cannon was placed, and at the first sight of the baron's carriage a shot was fired. The work men in the furnace ceased their labors and, taking up their music, prepared to receive their master. From the furnace he would drive to Shaefferstown, where he had erected a large tower, on which was a cannon. This tower, since destroyed, was erected for the purpose of entertaining therein his intimate friends, and contained several apartments.

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cept the Penns. But his wealth was not un limited nor his business foresight altogether perfect. He lived quite beyond his means and failed. He even was imprisoned for debt. Before the Revolution cut off his re sources in Europe a special act was passed for his relief. But he never recovered. His towers stood as the castles of folly, and his former luxury mocked him. He died in ob scurity when he filled no higher position than that of a village schoolmaster.

However, his memory is kept alive at Manheim by his former residence, which now forms a part of one of the business houses of the town, and by a yearly function as unique as it is beautiful. When, in 1772, the baron gave the Lutherans of Manheim land on which to build a church, he stipu lated that the annual rent should be " one red rose in the month of June forever." Every year this rental rose is paid to the oldest of Stiegel's descendants, and the ceremony at tending its payment has come to be known as the " Feast of the Roses." Until its observ ance lapses the name and fame of the eccen tric baron will remain unforgotten. 1 06

CHAPTER XI

IMAGINE a dingy, straggling, unpaved town, shut in by surrounding hills and by a low line of mountains, a town which stopped growing early in the century, and whose weather-beaten dwellings and other build ings show that it has been many a day since there has been work for the carpenter and painter to do, and one will have a fair idea of the Dunker village of Ephrata, which lies twenty miles by rail from Lancaster, Penn sylvania, and impresses one with the singu lar sense of being a place in which something is always about to happen, but nothing ever does happen in it, or ever will. Quieter it could not be, unless it were absolutely dead. The stranger let down by chance in Ephrata might easily imagine himself in a peasant village of South Germany, for its founders came from Witsgenstein, and although it is more than one hundred and fifty years since 107

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they built their huts of log and stone and took up the hard, laborious lives of New World pioneers, their descendants are still faithful to the traditions and customs, and in many instances to the vernacular of the fatherland. The founders of the curious sect, whose members now own and till the fertile acres about Ephrata, were first heard of in Ger many early in the eighteenth century. Only three confessions, the Catholics, the Luther ans, and the Calvinists, under the laws of the empire, were then allowed free exercise of their religious worship; all others being counted unsound, erratic, and dangerous, yet in a few secluded and scattered nooks the Separatists found not only an asylum but, through the sympathy of the rulers, a cordial welcome. This was the case in the territories of the Counts of Isenberg and Wittgenstein, where in 1708 a little group of Separatists under the lead of Alexander Mack, a miller of Schriesheim, resolved " to establish a cove nant of conscience, and to accept the teach ings of Christ as a gentle yoke," solemnizing their union by immersion in the river Eder, near Schwarzenau. Such was the origin 108

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of the Bunkers, whose founders numbered less than half a score, but soon received con siderable accessions from the Palatinate, Wiirtemberg, and Switzerland. Prompted by this increase in numbers, a branch was established at Marienborn, in the principal ity of Isenberg, but the halcyon days of the infant sect were followed by scattering storms.

In 1715 the members of the Marienborn society removed to Crefeld, and four years later to the number of two hundred sought an asylum in Pennsylvania, settling mainly at Germantown near Philadelphia, where they organized a congregation in 1723. In 1729 the members of the present society at Schwarzenau followed the example of their brethren and emigrated to America. With the lapse of the years the Bunkers spread into the interior counties of Pennsylvania, and the yearly conference, dealing with the com mon concerns of the sect, was, in the course of time, alternately held east and west of the Susquehanna River. Gradually they found their way into Maryland, Virginia, North Carolina, and the Western States of Ohio 109

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and Indiana, and now in every second year the conference is held west of the Ohio, while Kansas, Nebraska, the Dakotas, Colo rado, Idaho, California, Oregon, and Wash ington have their Dunker congregations. At the present time God's Peculiar People, as the Dunkers delight to call themselves, num ber in the United States — for they also have missions in Europe — about two hundred thousand souls, with some two thousand ministers to attend to their spiritual wants, none of whom receives a salary.

The creed of the Dunkards is a naif and simple one. " Be it known unto all men," writes one of its exponents and defenders, "that there is a people who, as little chil dren, accept the word of the New Testament as a message from heaven and teach it in full. They baptize believers by triune im mersion, with a forward action, and for the remission of sins, and lay hands on those baptized, asking upon them the gift of God's spirit. They follow the command and ex ample of washing one another's feet. They take the Lord's Supper at night at one and the same time, tarrying one for another. no

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They greet one another with a holy kiss. They teach all the doctrines of Christ, peace, love, unity, both faith and works. They labor for nonconformity to the world in its vain and wicked customs. They advocate non-swearing, anti-secretism, opposition to war, and doing good to all men. Theyi anoint and lay hands on the sick. They give the bread of life, the message of the com mon salvation, unto all men without money or price. For the above we contend ear nestly, and all men are entreated to hear, examine, and accept it as the word which began to be spoken by the Lord, and the faith that was delivered to the saints."

The dress and customs of the Bunkers are as primitive as their creed. The men let their beards grow and part their flowing hair in the middle, and wear slouch hats and the plainest of clothes. The garb of the women is equally plain and severe. There are no milliners among them, for each woman makes her own hat, a simple matter, since no feathers or other ornamentation is al lowed, while the wearing of jewelry is strictly forbidden. However, the Dunker in

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women are seldom wanting in comeliness. Their faces are nearly always sweet and gentle, while an air of almost saintly sim plicity is given them by the clear-starched cap, the handkerchief crossed on the breast, the white apron, and the plain gray or drab stuff of their dresses. The Bunkers live in peace one with another, and never have re course to law to redress an injury done to them. Disputes among themselves are set tled by the elders, whose decision is final, and only in exceptional cases do they insti tute lawsuits against the people of the world. They are averse to accepting public office, and rarely, if ever, exercise the right of franchise. However, the Dunker ideal of personal conduct is a high one. They are temperate to abstemiousness, industrious and economical, and Carlyle's gospel of work is theirs. They allow no public money to be expended for their poor or helpless, but pro vide for them among themselves, and their two hundred thousand members do not in clude any one who suffers from want. Even those who fail in business are aided to make a new effort, and such assistance may be lent

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three times. After the third failure, they accept it as the will of God that the unfor tunate brother shall not succeed, and thence forth the aid given him takes another form. Naifly primitive is the Dunker celebration of the Lord's Supper. It is observed in the evening, and is always preceded in the after noon by a love-feast. This commemorates the supper which Jesus took with His disci ples, and is a solemn religious festivity, each Dunker church having its kitchen provided with great kettles and plain dishes for its proper observance. When the occasion is at hand, after a day of preaching, a lamb is killed and a clear soup is made, into which bread is broken, and then served in great bowls placed on long and very narrow tables, at each side of which sit the participants, four persons eating from each bowl. After the eating of the broth comes the ceremony known as the washing of feet, each sex per forming this duty for its own. Those who are to engage in the ordinance presently enter the meeting, carrying tubs of lukewarm water, and each member on the front benches removes his or her shoes and stockings. A II.-8 113

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man on the men's side and a woman on the women's side then wash the feet one by one, taking the right hand of each individual as they finish the washing, and giving the kiss of peace. As one benchful has the ceremony performed, it gives place to another, the min ister or teachers meanwhile making a brief speech or reading appropriate portions of Scripture relating to the subject.

Following this ceremony comes the supper itself. Each third bench is so arranged that the back can be turned upon a pivot at each end, so as to form the top of a long table. This is covered with a white cloth, and pres ently brothers and sisters enter, bearing large bowls of soup, plates of bread and meat, and pies and coffee. Three or four people help themselves out of the same dish, and the cere mony known as the salutation of the holy kiss concludes the supper. Each brother im parts a hearty kiss on the bearded lips of his neighbor at table, and in the same manner each sister kisses her sister companion sitting nearest to her. The communion service which follows consists in the breaking of unleavened bread and the drinking of unfer- 114

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mented wine, the whole ceremony being con cluded by the singing of hymns and preach ing. This the Bunkers contend is the only true method of administering the ordinance of the Last Supper, and also hold that it is an exact and faithful copy of that ceremony as celebrated in the earliest Christian Church. Not less interesting than the foregoing is the Dunker ordinance of anointing the sick with oil. The sick one calls upon the elders of the meeting, and at a settled time the cere mony is performed. It consists of pouring oil upon the head of the sick person, and of laying hands upon and praying over him.

Dunker or Tunker comes from the Ger man tunker, which means to dip, and rigid adherence is still given to the doctrine laid down by Mack, that no soul can hope to enter the realms of the blest unless the body has been plunged three times face downward into the water. Nor is the method ever mod ified by stress of weather. It is not uncom mon in the winter to see a party of stalwart Bunkers chopping through six or eight inches of ice in order to clear a space in which to immerse the faithful, who piously pray 115

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God to " write their names in the Book of Life," and I shall long remember a Dunker dipping of which I was a witness on a bitter January day several years ago. It occurred at a spring on the farm of a Dunker named Hostetter, who lives not far from Ephrata. There was little delay after those who were expected had arrived, and soon the demure procession left the farm-house for the spring. The three men who were about to make pub lic profession of their faith by dipping in the icy water wore only their shirts, trousers, and shoes, and were closely muffled up in buffalo-robes. The four women — three of them were buxom maidens and the other a gray-haired matron — were clad in loose gowns of some coarse material, and were also muffled in blankets, shawls, and robes.

When the spring was reached the Dunker faithful formed a circle on the edge of the stream and Preacher Amos Holtenstein of fered a prayer, invoking the Divine blessing upon the water. Then the preacher, who had a long stick in his hand, waded into the water. He felt around with his cane until he came to what appeared to be a favorable 116

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spot, when he indicated that he was ready to receive the first candidate for dipping. Preacher Jesse Sonan led a young man to the edge of the brook. His bronzed cheeks seemed to have a heightened color and a bright light shone in his eye, but his evident determination did not prevent the shiver that passed over him as his legs came in contact with the cold water, and his teeth chattered as he returned his replies to the solemn ques tions of the preacher. The first thing the latter did was to throw water over the shoul ders, neck, and that part of the young man's body not covered by the stream, in order that no portion should remain untouched. Then the questions were asked and answered in Pennsylvania Dutch, and the supreme mo ment came when Preacher Holtenstein pro nounced the solemn formula, " In namen der Dreinichte, Fader, Sohn und Heilichen Geist." At each mention of the name of the Deity the preacher plunged the head of the young man beneath the water face down ward. Then, while the man knelt in the water, the preacher prayed that his name might be written in the Book of Life, a kiss 117

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upon the cheek concluding the ceremony. Exactly the same form was observed with the six other candidates, save that whereas the preacher kissed the men, he did not kiss the women.

A singular feature of the occasion was the seeming insensibility to the cold shown by Preacher Holtenstein, who though in the water for upward of an hour appeared to suffer no discomfort. In answer to a ques tion, he said reverently that he knew the Lord gave him strength and upheld those who were thus baptized in winter weather, quaintly adding, " I have baptized more than three hundred in just such weather as this and not one died." Preacher Holtenstein, it may be observed in passing, is an admi rable example of the Dunker minister, who is chosen from the laity by the members of the church, he who receives the largest number of votes being pronounced elected. These elections are summoned by the elders of the church, who preside over them and receive the votes of the people, either viva voce, in whispers, or by closed ballots. The successful candidate is expected to support 118

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himself, — he is usually a prosperous farmer, — and, as already stated, receives nothing for his labors as a shepherd to his flock. Under these conditions, as might be ex pected, a man loses something of effective ness in the pulpit, and the Bunker preacher's sermons are usually expositions of the pecu liar doctrines of his sect. They seem, how ever, to be a means of grace to those who listen to them and to breed an enviable fibre of endurance.

There have been from time to time more or less important secessions from the Bunker Church, and of the strangest, most remark able of these Ephrata boasts the mute yet elo quent reminders in a curious pile of buildings of odd, old-fashioned architecture, which were once the home and habitat of Conrad Beissel's singular Order of the Solitary. Beissel, who learned the trade of weaver under Peter Becker, the first Bunker preacher in this country, was a man of intel ligence and education. Accepting the idea of primitive Christianity inculcated by the Bunkers^ he saw no reason why they should stop short of complete reformation and re- 119

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turn to the principles of apostolic times in respect to observing the seventh instead of the first day of the week as the Sabbath. Upon this subject he wrote a tract, which he published in 1728. This created great disturbance among the Dunkers and led to numerous withdrawals from the society, Beissel himself retiring to a cave at the future site of Ephrata on the banks of the Cocalico and taking up the life of a recluse. Here he was joined by many of his old friends, together with others who, made con verts by his tracts, settled in the neighbor hood of his once solitary habitation.

At the end of four years this recluse life was changed to a monastic one, and in 1735 the first cenobitic building, called Kedar, was put up in the centre of the village, to which Beissel, in allusion to the I32d Psalm, had given the name of Ephrata. It contained a large room for religious exercise, halls for love-feasts and feet-washing, and several cells for solitary brethren and sisters, the latter occupying the second story. Monastic names were given to all who entered it, the prior, Israel Echerlin, taking the name of

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Onesimus, and Beissel, who steadily refused to accept any position of influence, that of Friedsam, together with the title of Spiritual Father of the community. No vows of celi bacy were exacted or taken, but the idea was considerably inculcated, while the habit of the Capuchins, or White Friars, was early adopted by the members of the new society. The brothers wore shirt, trousers, and vests, with a long white gown and cowl, and the costume of the sisters was the same, with the exception of a coarse flannel petticoat sub stituted for the trousers and the addition of a large veil reaching front and back to the girdle, and resembling a scapulary. The gar ments used in winter were of wool, and in summer of linen and cotton. Both sexes went barefooted during the warm season.

From time to time other buildings, de signed to serve religious, residential, or in dustrial purposes, were added to the Kloster. In 1738 a large house, called Zion, was built; another, Peniel, went up in 1741, and in 1745 Saron, one of the buildings still standing, was erected as a convent for self- divorced couples, the men and the women

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living in different parts of the house. The plan, however, would not work. The letters of divorce were torn up by mutual consent; the couples returned to their homesteads, and Saron was assigned to the sisters. New quarters being required for the monks, Beth- ania was built in 1746, with accommodations for one hundred solitary brethren. The Kloster, which now included some three hundred persons, had been from the first a hive of industry. There were no idlers, and work was found for all on the farm, where at first the brethren themselves took the place of horses and oxen at the plough; in the mills, at a trade, in the copying-room, in the printing-office or the bindery. There was no end of building, and all the labor was done by members of the society, which thus made itself independent of the outside world. Its mills were for many years the most exten sive in the colony, embracing flour-, paper-, saw-, and fulling-mills, of which few traces now remain, while at Ephrata was erected in 1742 one of the first printing-presses set up in Pennsylvania, on it being printed most of the books and tracts of the society, which are

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now eagerly sought after by bibliophiles. Its wealth was for many years the common stock of the society, the income being de voted to the common support, and those who applied for membership being compelled to surrender all they had, absolutely and with out reserve. Thus, more than a century before Proudhon ventured upon the bold paradox that property is theft, his doctrine had been taught and practised by Beissel and his followers.

Not the least singular among the singular customs of the Kloster were the love-feasts and the night services. The former were held now and then at the houses of affiliated brethren, but most often in the halls of the convent, sometimes for one sex, at other times for both. The night services were held whenever Beissel, or Father Friedsam, as he was called by his followers, gave the summons. This he occasionally did without previous announcement by pulling at a bell- cord that stretched from his dwelling to the male and female cloisters, whereupon, no matter what the hour, all had to dress and hasten to the meeting-place. Like the Dun- 123

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kers from whom they had seceded, Beissel and his adherents regarded the strict and literal interpretation of the Bible as the only rule of faith. They administered apostolic baptism with triune immersion, laying on hands and praying while the recipient still knelt in the water, and they celebrated the Lord's Supper at night, greeting one an other with a kiss and washing each other's feet.

Conventual life at Ephrata was of the se verest kind. The cells wrere only twenty inches wide and five feet high, and a bench, with a billet of wood for the head, was the couch of each inmate, while the corridors were so narrow that two persons could not pass, and if a chance meeting occurred, one had to back to the opening of a cell and stand in the niche until the other had passed. The fare of the inmates was fruit and vegetables, and they ate from wooden plates and drank from wooden goblets. Beissel, who was an accomplished musician, composed all the hymns sung at the gatherings of the society and trained several female choirs, whose singing is described by those who heard it as 124

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being exceptionally sweet and tender. " The performers," writes one visitor in a letter to Governor Penn, " sat with their heads re clined, their countenances solemn and de jected, their faces pale and emaciated from their manner of living, the clothing exceed ing white and quite picturesque, and their music such as thrilled the very soul. I al most began to think myself in the world of spirits." Many of Beissel's manuscript hymns — he is said to have composed upward of four hundred airs — are still preserved in and about Ephrata. Some of them are mar vels of beauty and artistic penmanship, the result of months, mayhap years, of toil by those who copied them, and would be a prize for the antiquarian, could access be gained to them.

Tradition has it that the copyist most skil ful in transcribing Beissel's manuscripts was Sister Tabea, a Swiss girl of beautiful face and figure, who before she joined the Society of the Solitary had been known to the world as Margaret Thome. There were those who said that she was of too lively a disposition to end her days in nun's garb. At any rate, 125

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when Daniel Scheible began to send her love- letters she failed to inform those in authority of this breach of rule, for who ever knew of a maid displeased with proofs of the affection of a personable youth ? The parents of Sis ter Tabea's lover had been Bunkers who had sought an asylum in America by taking ship for Philadelphia, agreeing to be sold for a term of years to pay for the fare. They died on the passage, and their son was sold for the rest of his minority to cancel their unpaid debt. As a promising boy he had been bought by the Ephrata brotherhood and bred into the fraternity, where, with the audacity of youth, he conceived a great pas sion for Sister Tabea, sending her any num ber of surreptitious notes, in which he set forth the golden future within their reach provided she would marry and go away with him to Philadelphia, where he was planning, now that his apprenticeship was about to ex pire, to seek his fortune.

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forsake the convent for the joys of a home. The day of the wedding was fixed by means of the notes which she continued to secretly exchange with Scheible, and she prepared to leave Saron and Ephrata for good and all. But when she went to take leave of Beissel her resolution failed her. Deep in the in most recesses of her heart she had all along loved Brother Friedsam more fondly than she did all other men, and now bursting into tears, she declared that she had denied the Lord, and begged for permission to renew her vows to the society. This was given her, and Scheible, after vainly trying to per suade her to redeem the pledge she had given to him, took solitary and sorrowful leave of Ephrata, nor did the little village ever see him more. The next Saturday, for the sev enth day was the Ephrata Sabbath, Tabea took a new, solemn, and irrevocable vow; and from that hour until the day of her death she was called Sister Anastasia, — the name signifying that she had been reestab lished. What source of consolation she had her companions never divined, for how should they guess that alongside her relig- 127

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ions fervor grew a tender and self -nurtured human love. And I doubt if Brother Fried- sam ever suspected the truth.

He died in 1768, and his spiritual leader ship devolved upon Peter Miller, who for many years had been prior of the order, and was a man of great learning and saintly life. He was, moreover, an ardent patriot, and during the Revolution won and held the friendship of many of the leaders, including Washington. The story of one of Miller's meetings with the latter demands a place in this chronicle. One Michael Widman, an innkeeper of the countryside and a stanch .member of the Bunker Church, had con ceived a spiteful feeling against Miller be cause he had renounced the Dunker creed to join the Ephrata brotherhood. When abusive language failed to ruffle Miller's temper, Widman went so far as to spit in his face without provoking to anger the meek and gentle head of the Order of the Solitary. Time, however, brought an op portunity for revenge: during the Revolu tion Widman acted as a spy for the British, an offence that when he fell into the hands 128

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of the Americans brought him under a sen tence of death. News of his impending fate soon reached Ephrata, and was received with unanimous approval. Not quite unanimous, for there was one voice raised on Widman's behalf, that of Peter Miller, who not content with mere words set out at once for Valley Forge, where, aided by General Lee, who in more peaceful times had been a frequent visitor at Ephrata, he secured a prompt au dience with Washington.

Brother Jabez, as Miller was known among the brethren, begged long and ear nestly for the life of the innkeeper, but the patriot commander refused to interfere, pleading the urgent need for severity in such cases. " Otherwise," he added, " I would cheerfully release your friend." " Friend !" was Miller's astonished reply, " he is my worst enemy, my unwearied reviler. And being such, my creed commands me to pray for those who despitefully use me, and as such, I pray and beseech you in his behalf." Washington could not resist this noble prayer for a bitter enemy. ' The pardon is granted," runs the chronicle, " and the II. — 9 129

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prior, with anxious heart lest he should be too late, fares forth on a second errand of mercy. After a weary day's journey he reaches the block-house where Widman is confined. He finds a hollow square drawn up before it, a gibbet in the centre, and the innkeeper, with the rope around his neck, addressing the crowd. Peter Miller pushes his way through the throng and hands his papers to the commanding officer. The cul prit sees him and his pale face is covered with blushes. Once more he raises his voice and tries to excuse his conduct, appealing to Peter Miller to forgive him now that he stands on the brink of eternity, but the officer curtly interrupts him with, ' Your life is spared, and here is your deliverer.' ' The colonial records show that Widman did not escape all punishment, for his property, con sisting of several farms and houses, was confiscated and sold in March, 1780.

The inscription on the stone above Miller's grave in the burial-ground at Ephrata, where the brethren and sisters lie in long rows under the soft green turf, tells the visitor that he " fell asleep September nth, 1796." 130

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But long before his death the fortunes of the Order of the Solitary began to decline, since with each passing year the world's people trespassed more boldly on the wilder ness refuge of the brotherhood. Thus, time came when only a few aged monks and nuns lingered in the desolate convents, and in 1814, with the consent and at the request of the few surviving members, the Seventh- Day Baptists of Ephrata were incorporated to succeed to the property rights of the dying fraternity, since which time the land and buildings of the Solitary have been held in trust for " religious, charitable, and literary objects."

In these latter days Ephrata has become a popular summer resort, but the follower in the footsteps of Beissel, when he alights in the quaint old town, will travel in another direction than that taken by the modern pleasure-seeker. A half-mile walk from the railroad station brings one to an old wooden bridge, spanning the Cocalico, on the farther side of which a footpath, winding to the left past an ancient grist-mill, leads to Bethania and Saron, where once dwelt the monks and 131

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nuns of Ephrata. Entering Bethania's low and narrow door, — outside, a high gable roof, small windows, and shingled walls, blackened by time and the elements, give the huge structure a strange and outlandish ap pearance, — one finds one's self in a dimly lighted hallway running the entire length of the building. No sound breaks the still ness and the place seems wholly deserted. Tiny cells, bare of furnishing, flank both sides of the hallway just referred to, and the upper stories, reached by dark and nar row stairways, are arranged in much the same way. Time was, as I have shown, when Bethania housed many score of soli tary brethren, but its only occupants at the present day are a few families of Seventh- Day Baptists.

Saron, or the Sisters' House, stands at the other end of a well-kept meadow. In cross ing to it two small buildings are passed, one of which was long occupied by Beissel, the founder of Ephrata and the cloister. Both of these are now fallen into sad decay. Saron, the present home of a number of widows and spinsters, all members of the 132

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Seventh-Day Baptist Church, in outward appearance bears a close resemblance to its mate, Bethania, but its interior has been greatly altered, probably to meet modern needs and demands. In one room, devoted to the purpose, are displayed a number of rare and beautiful manuscripts and a goodly collection of the books printed on the famous press of Ephrata, the specimens of orna mental penmanship shown clearly evidencing the skill and adeptness in this field of comely Anastasia and her pious sisters. After Bethania and Saron the most interesting relic of Beissel's society is Saal, which from Ephrata's infancy until the present time has been used as a place of worship. Charts and allegorical pictures, the latter portraying the life and destiny of the inmates of the cloister, cover the walls of the main room, and above its entrance hangs a tablet on which is inscribed, —

" The house is entered through this door By peaceful souls that dwell within. Those that have come will part no more, For God protects them here from sin, Their bliss is found in forms of love, That springs from loving God above." 133

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The Order of the Solitary had at least one singular offspring. I have said that that which was most remarkable at Ephrata was the music. About the year 1800 it attracted the attention and evoked the admi ration of one Peter Lehman, — and thus the nunnery of Snow Hill had its origin, for, when, a little later, he became the pastor of a Seventh-Day Baptist church near Waynes-' boro, in the southern portion of Franklin County, Pennsylvania, then a comparative wilderness, he at once introduced the Ephrata church music there, and on a farm belonging to one of his followers laid the foundations of a religious institution pat terned after the Order of the Solitary. At first there were only four inmates of the Snow Hill nunnery, single men and women, who agreed to become members, to work for their board and clothing, and to abide by the rules of the society. However, others soon joined the original members, and for many years the average number of persons living at the nunnery was fifty. Any Seventh- Day Baptist in good standing was eligible to membership in the " Monastical Society 134

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of Snow Hill" provided he or she was will ing to come out from the world and be sepa rate; to give up all worldly goods to the society and to lead a life of celibacy. The vows were not necessarily for life, but very few of those who entered ever returned to the world. No one having a husband or wife living was admitted, but widows and widowers could become members. All new comers were obliged to serve a novitiate of one year, after which, if satisfactory, they were admitted to full membership and re ceived a new name. Those who desired to marry or to see more of the world were free to leave and carry with them everything they had brought in, but nothing they had acquired while members of the order.

The brothers at Snow Hill raised stock, tilled a large farm, and operated a flouring- mill, while the sisters sowed and spun flax, wove and made linen and woollen cloth, and gathered herbs for their own use. The sis ters who cooked one week made butter the next, and the millers of one seven days tended sheep the following half fortnight. Idleness was not permitted, neither was over-

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work, and an abundance of wholesome food robbed the life of the monastics of severity. The whole society ate their meals in one dining-room, the male members by them selves at one long table and the females at another. Prayers were attended twice a day, at five o'clock in the morning and at sunset, the brothers and sisters again sit ting apart from each other. The observance of the Seventh Day began with services on Friday evening, and continued all of Satur day, but, of course, on the First Day, or Sunday, ordinary vocations were pursued. Interspersed with the secular duties at the nunnery were classes in history, music, and theology, to the study of which all applied themselves diligently, under the administra tion of Peter Lehman, who acted as prior or father. As was to be expected, its music was the most attractive feature of the Snow Hill society, and the singing of its choir, after years of study and practice, is described as exceedingly sweet and beautiful. The evening service of song was held in the small, low-roofed chapel, indented in the walls of which are copies in ancient German text of 136

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the Lord's Prayer and other inscriptions, now almost obliterated by the ravages of the years, and travellers often journeyed many miles to listen to it. Nor did the brothers fail to carry on an active and successful propa ganda among the people of the countryside. Hundreds of converts were baptized in the brook which runs through the society's farm, and the affiliated members of the order soon spread through the surrounding country, be coming prosperous farmers and artisans, and building for themselves a church on the nun nery farm. Annual meetings are still held in this old building, and to them come from the adjacent country and from Ohio and Kentucky the numerous descendants of the builders, who cling with pious, single-minded zeal to the faith of their forbears.

The home of the Snow Hill devotees was, in most respects, a fitting one, a group of buildings erected at different periods, low and rambling in appearance, with quaint dormer-windows and a belfry of antique pat tern surmounting the roof of the main struc ture, the interior of which consists of a maze of rooms through which it is almost im- i37

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possible for the stranger to find his way. The original cloister was erected in 1814, the chapel in 1836, a brothers' house in 1839, and a sisters' house four years later. Shops were also erected all over the place, each half a century ago a hive of industry. Now, however, all is changed at Snow Hill. The causes which worked for the decline and fall of the Order of the Solitary have also brought about the eclipse of its offspring. The tokens of ruin and decay are everywhere apparent about the buildings at Snow Hill, and for more than three decades the waning of the fortunes of the society has been rapid and continuous, old age and disease fast filling the graveyard in the meadow, while no new members came to take the places made vacant by death. The last brother and sister died several years ago, and Snow Hill, like Ephrata, now belongs to the past.

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CHAPTER XII

BETHLEHEM AND AROUND THERE

TIME has wrought many changes, but the spirit of Zinzendorf still hovers over Beth lehem and Nazareth, and the Moravians of to-day remain faithful to the beautiful creed and the tender and gracious traditions of their fathers. Bethlehem nestles among the hills of Pennsylvania's beautiful Lehigh val ley, and its ancient buildings, elbowed by snug modern houses, silently recount a peaceful history, dating back to the time when, threescore years more than a century ago, a small Moravian missionary band took shelter by Lehigh' s stream, and founded there, amid forest hills and on land bought from William Penn, a wilderness home.

It was in the early winter of 1740 that the

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turn of spring. Previous to that time a handful of Moravians had settled in Georgia, but when England began war against Spain and demanded that the peace-loving Mora vians should perform military service, they concluded to remove to Pennsylvania. Count Zinzendorf, their leader, arrived from Ger many before the second house in the new settlement was completed, and celebrated the Christmas Eve of 1741 with his followers. The latter had intended to call their new home Beth Leschem, — house upon the Le- high, — but towards midnight of the Christ mas Eve in question Zinzendorf, deeply moved by the spirit of the occasion, seized a blazing torch, and marching around the room, began singing a German hymn :

" Not from Jerusalem, but from Bethlehem, comes that which benefits my soul. ' '

And thus it was that the infant settlement came to be called Bethlehem. A very re markable man was the one who gave the town its name. The descendants of the fol lowers of the Protestant reformer and mar tyr John Huss, the Moravians, driven like 140

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chaff before the wind, for three centuries endured persecutions as bitter as they were unrelenting, but with the birth of Zinzendorf in 1700 the hour of their deliverance struck. Descended from an ancient and noble Aus trian family, Zinzendorf was one of the truly great men of his time, combining in signal and rare degree the qualities of the statesman, the administrator, the poet, the preacher, and the missionary. Carefully educated and with a brilliant public career at his command, when in 1722 a small band of Moravians, fleeing from Bohemia, found refuge on his estate at Berthelsdorf, he saw in their coming the hand of God, and there after and until his death was the wise leader and loving protector of the persecuted sect. Ordained a bishop of the Moravian Church in 1737, Zinzendorf proved a marvel of un tiring endeavor, travelling constantly and preaching and writing almost without ces sation. His missionary zeal was absorbing and persistent, and he was never so happy as when making converts to his faith. Elo quent, resolute, and forceful, he builded bet ter than he knew, and before he died his fol- 141

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lowers had carried their faith to the utter most parts of the earth.

Nowhere was it planted more firmly than at Bethlehem. The first settlement in Cen tral Pennsylvania, then the freest and most tolerant country in the world, for upward of a hundred years the little town by the Lehigh was an exclusive church settlement, offering a unique example of the union of church and municipal order and authority. No one was permitted to engage in business pursuits or handicrafts within its corporate limits un less he was a member of the Moravian Church; and its secularities were adminis tered by a board of overseers appointed by the congregation council. Still, the colony prospered from the first. Thriving mercan tile and manufacturing enterprises were speedily set on foot; the settlement soon contained skilled operatives in almost every trade that could be mentioned, and during the Revolutionary period Bethlehem became one of the most important manufacturing centres on the continent, its shops and fac tories rendering invaluable aid to the patriot

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Moreover, during the first years of its ex istence the Bethlehem community presented almost a counterpart of the early Christian community of Jerusalem, who " had all things in common." In this missionary economy the products of the labor of the entire community were held in common, for the providing of a livelihood for all, the members carrying on a general housekeep ing, in order to secure the necessary support of the men and women chosen to give up all their time to missionary labors among the scattered settlers along the Atlantic coast, and especially among the Indians of Connec ticut, New York, and Pennsylvania. Mar vellous was the success of the Moravian evangelists among the aborigines. Villages of Christianized and civilized Indians sprang up in the heart of the wilderness, and made it to blossom as the rose with the fruits of industry and peace. Mysterious seems the Providence which permitted these Indian settlements, one by one, to be blotted out in fire and blood at the murderous hands of allied white and red foes; and the tragedies of the two Gnadenhuttens (Tents 143

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of Grace) — the one in 1755, on the Maho- ning Creek, in Eastern Pennsylvania; the other in 1788, on the Muskingum River, in Northern Ohio — mark pages in earlier American history as dark as they are in scrutable.

The " economy" which the church organi zation of the Moravians devised for the Bethlehem community lasted only thirty years, — having served its purpose it was dis continued, — but until 1844 the town and its environs remained under the absolute con trol of the Moravian Church. In the year named the exclusive system was abandoned by vote of the church council, — before that time only those who affirmed allegiance to the Moravian faith could hold property in the town, — and since then great changes have been wrought in Bethlehem. New ele ments, business and social, have made them selves felt in the town, which has become an active business community, but the Mo ravian Church, strong in the sustaining power of a heroic and consecrated past, still dominates Bethlehem, and its schools, edi fices, and institutions are the most conspicu- 144

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ous objects to be seen in a walk about the city.

Such a walk is pretty sure to lead one past the old Sun Inn, built by the Moravians in 1758, and the shelter in its early days of Washington, Lafayette, and many other famous men ; the Moravian Theological Col lege and Female Seminary, the latter the first boarding-school for girls established in the colonies, and the several houses wherein dwelt respectively the members of the differ ent choirs or divisions of the congregation. Thus, the unmarried women lived in what is still known and used as the Sisters' House, — the dwelling of the Single Sisters' Choir. It must not be supposed, however, that these sisters were nuns and recluses, as their name and mode of life might at first suggest. On the contrary, like the members of the Single Brethren's Choir, they simply occupied a common dwelling apart from the other choirs, mingling freely with the rest of the community in daily intercourse. Even this primitive manner of living has now been dis continued, nor are the members of the differ ent choirs longer distinguished by the slight II.— 10 145

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differences in dress, as was customary in bygone years, when the choir to which a woman belonged was known by the color of the ribbon in her cap : the Single Sisters wearing pink, the Married Sisters blue, and the Widows white, while the young mem bers of the Great Girls' Choir had their caps trimmed with red ribbons.

Memory of these neglected customs, how ever, serves to recall the somewhat rigid regulations in reference to age and sex which in old times governed every Moravian com munity. There was no courtship, and it was unusual for the bride to have seen her in tended husband previous to the betrothal. Both ministers and laymen submitted the decision of their connubial choice to lot, dis covering in this now discarded practice proof of a higher order of Christianity, in which all things were submitted to the supreme will and direction. Still, confes sion must be made that, in cases where the affections were already placed, the decision by lot was often evaded. In such cases the romance of courtship usually led to a sus pension from the rights and privileges of 146

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the particular congregation where the in fringing parties resided. They were asked to remove without its pale, and were no longer considered members.

Adjoining the Sisters' House at Bethle hem and connecting it with the Congregation House — the abode of the ministers and their families — is the old Bell House, now occu pied by members of the congregation, but formerly serving for the occupation of the female seminary. On the opposite side of the street is located the Widows' House, still occupied by members of the Widows' Choir ; and close to this group of buildings is a little chapel, used even to this day for the holding of German services, and a larger church edi fice, with odd open-belfry steeple, which overlooks an ancient cemetery. This Mo ravian God's Acre is, strange as it may seem, one of the most cheerful spots in Bethlehem. The townspeople find it pleasant to sit in, and in the summer-time women and children spend entire afternoons there. Nearly three score of the Indian converts to the Moravian faith are buried in this field. One of them is Tschoop, believed to be the father of 147

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Cooper's Uncas. Tschoop was a Mohican chief, famed for his bravery and eloquence. In 1741 Christian Rauch, a Moravian mis sionary, went to Tschoop's hut and asked him if he did not want to save his soul. " We all want to do that," was the chiefs reply. Rauch explained the Christian re ligion to him, and prayed and pleaded with him even with tears, but apparently in vain. He remained for months near the Indian. Tschoop was a fierce, gigantic savage, the terror of the whites, and Rauch was small in build and mild of temper. The chief at last professed Christianity, and was baptized under the name of John. In a letter which he sent to the Delawares he says, " I have been a heathen. A preacher came to preach to me that there is a God. I said, ' Do I not know that? Go back whence thou earnest/ Another came and preached that it was ruin for me to lie and get drunk. I said, ' Do I not know that ? Am I a fool ?' Then Christian Rauch came into my hut and sat down beside me day after day, and told me of my sins and of Jesus who died to save me from them. I said, ' I will kill you/ 148

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But he said, ' I trust in Jesus.' So one day, being weary, he lay down in my hut and fell asleep. And I said, ' What kind of man is this little fellow? I might kill him, and throw him into the woods, and no man would regard it. Yet there he sleeps, because Jesus will take care of him. Who is this Jesus? I, too, will find the man.' '

Succeeding in his quest, the great chief preached the Christian religion with the same fiery eloquence which had given him power among his people, and for many years went up and down among the tribes in the Western wilderness. The inscription on the stone above Tschoop's grave says that he was " one of the first-fruits of the mission at Shekomo, and a remarkable instance of the power of divine grace." Beside the grave some one has planted a white rose bush, — the only one among them all on which a flower grows.

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Perched high among the mountains, its old- fashioned houses, well-shaded streets, and slow-moving people seem to belong to another age. The founding of Nazareth antedated that of Bethlehem. In 1740, Whitefield, the great field preacher, bought the land upon which the town stands, de signing to build in the wilderness of Penn sylvania an orphanage for colored children. In the erection of the buildings included in his project Whitefield had recourse to the Moravian craftsmen who had lately fled from Georgia to Pennsylvania. The preacher and his workmen soon quarrelled over religious matters, and the former's funds becoming exhausted about that time, his landed holdings were purchased by Span- genberg, the Moravian bishop and, after Zin- zendorf, the most heroic figure in Moravian history. Spangenberg at once took up his residence in the new settlement, which was given the name of Nazareth, and for many years directed its affairs with vigor and wisdom.

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from the first. The " economy of Nazareth" was dissolved in 1764, and seven years later the present town of Nazareth was laid out. In August, 1858, it was incorporated into a borough, but it is still in every particular a Moravian village, with characteristics not to be found in any other town of the United States. Its most famous institution is Naz areth Hall, a boarding-school for boys. Erected in 1755, it was originally designed as a home for Count Zinzendorf, who ex pected to become a resident of Nazareth, but the Moravian leader, after his visit in 1741, never returned to America, and the house was devoted to other uses. For some years it was used by Bishop Spangenberg as a residence, but in October, 1775, was opened as a boarding-school for boys, and from that date to this it has been used for educational purposes, being noted far and wide for the sound mental and moral training imparted by its teachers, under whom many of the makers of Moravian history have begun their education.

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days. In the summer season there were swimming excursions, eagerly looked for ward to and keenly enjoyed by all the boys. In the autumn there were nutting parties, and in the winter sledding and skating. It was the custom after the first deep fall of snow to go out among the neighboring far mers and engage a convoy of sleighs suffi cient for the accommodation of the entire school. The departure was always attended by the music of bells, the cheers of the boys, and the shouts of the spectators, and for a stopping-place some inn was usually selected wrhere the cooking stood in fair re pute, and where due notice of the party and of the hour of its arrival had been sent the day before. Another pleasurable custom, now fallen into disuse, was the celebration with feasting and social intercourse of each teacher and pupil's birthday. Then as now life at Nazareth Hall was a charming and happy one, and " no boy," says one who was once a pupil, " ever passed a portion of his youth there without being the wiser and better for it."

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I have named, lies in Lancaster County, and owes its origin to a vision which in 1 742 ap peared to George Klein, one of the leaders of a Lutheran colony which had been estab lished at Warwick, in Lancaster County, not far from the Bunker village of Ephrata. In the year just named Count Zinzendorf vis ited Warwick and preached to its inhabitants. Klein was the only person in the settlement who refused to attend the meeting, and was loud in denunciation of all Lutherans who were present. That night a vision appeared to Klein. He saw the Lord face to face, and received evidence of His displeasure at the faithful Lutheran's bitterness and de nunciation of the Moravian disciple and missionary. Count Zinzendorf proceeded to Lancaster from Lititz, where he was to preach in the court-house. George Klein was so deeply impressed with the vision which had appeared to him that he followed the missionary to Lancaster, heard him preach, and was there and then converted to the Moravian faith. He became an ar dent and self-sacrificing worker in his new field. Through him one of the best Mora- 153

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vian preachers and instructors the Bethlehem colony could supply was sent to Warwick, and in 1744 every German settler there had been converted to the Moravian doctrine.

In that year George Klein built the first Moravian place of worship in the settlement, a portion of which still stands in the lower part of Lititz village. In that ancient struc ture, which was built of logs and called St. James's Church, the Indian missionary, Christian Rauch, began his career as a preacher. In 1754, George Klein gave to the church six hundred acres of land and erected a stone building two stories high for a place of worship. In 1787 the present church was built, but as early as 1760 one of the buildings that stand near the church was erected for a sisters' house, and another quaint structure belonging to the church was built in 1770. These are now included in the famous Moravian Female Seminary of Lititz, known as Linden Hall. It is the old est young ladies' seminary in the State, its use as a school dating from 1794. The sim ple but imposing architecture of these old buildings stands in striking contrast to the i54

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ornate style of the Memorial Chapel erected in 1883 by George W. Dixon, of Bethlehem, in memory of his daughter Mary, who died soon after graduation at Linden Hall.

In 1756 the name of Lititz was given to the new Moravian settlement, the christen ing being by Count Zinzendorf himself, and the name that of an ancient town in Bo hemia, where, in 1456, the persecuted Mo ravian Church found refuge. Lititz saw many stirring events during the Revolution. In 1778 it was converted into a temporary hospital for the sick and wounded of the patriot army, and in a field to the east of the town sleep more than a hundred of Washington's soldiers who died of camp fever at that time. However, until 1855, only professors of the Moravian creed were permitted to settle in Lititz, and even at the present time the church is all-powerful in the conduct of its affairs.

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beneath it was born in 1803 and died in 1880. Between these two dates runs the long story of an eventful life, for it is the grave of General John A. Sutter, whose mill-race on the bank of the Sacramento was the source of the mighty stream of gold that has flowed from California. Sutter was always a wan derer. Born in Baden in 1803, he graduated from the military school at Berne at the age of twenty, and enlisted in the Swiss Guard of the French army, the successors of that famous band of mercenaries who died so bravely in the marble halls of Versailles thirty years before. After seven years' service he changed his colors and entered the army of Switzerland, in which he served until 1834. Then he put off his uniform, and shortly afterwards came to this coun try. In 1838, with six companions, he went across the plains to Oregon, and down the Columbia River to Vancouver, whence he sailed to the Sandwich Islands. There he got an interest in a trading vessel, with which he sailed to Sitka and the seal islands towards Behring Strait. Turning south ward, after some profitable trading, he ar- 156

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rived at the bay of San Francisco July 2, 1839. The appearance of the country pleased him and he decided to remain.

Sutter made a settlement some distance up the Sacramento River, built a grist-mill, a tannery, and a fort, founded a colony, and called it New Helvetia. He took a commis sion as captain in the Mexican service, and afterwards served as a magistrate under the same government. He played no active part in the war against this country, and after the annexation he was alcalde, Indian commis sioner, and delegate to the constitutional con vention of California. In 1848 came the discovery that enriched the world and im poverished him. Marshall, a laborer, dig ging out the race to Sutter's mill, picked up a rough lump of something yellow, and Sut ter said at once that it was gold. The mill- race was never finished. The laborer turned his pick in another direction and set to work to dig a fortune for himself. The miller bought a shovel and went to take toll of the yellow sand. The stream that was to turn the mill became suddenly worth more than any grist that it could grind. The sequel

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is well known. The rushing tide of emi grants overwhelmed the little colony of Hel vetia, and wiped out Sutter's imperfect title to his land.

Sutter made a brave fight and a long one. He laid claim to thirty-three square leagues of land, including that on which the cities of Sacramento and Marysville now stand. After long delay the Commissioner of Public Lands allowed the claim, and after more delay the Supreme Court of the United States reversed the decision. Then General Sutter carried his claim before Congress, to go through the tedious experience of most people who take claims there. He was still prosecuting it in 1871, when he happened to come to Lititz to drink the wholesome waters of its spring. The quiet of the place and the peaceful life of its people appealed to the restless old man, who was beginning to get tired of his long battle, and he made his home there " until I get my claim through," he said. He was at Washington still getting his claim through when he died, in 1880, and was brought back to Lititz to be buried, his Moravian neighbors making 158

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room for him in the corner of their cemetery. Grass grows thick about his resting-place, while overhead, on sunny summer after noons, rustle the leaves of the lithesome elm ; and one turns from the quiet spot knowing that here the time-worn wanderer sleeps more soundly than ever he did in life, and that with the dead all is well.

The creed of the Moravians has ever been a brief and simple one. They accept the Holy Scripture as the Word of God, the only authoritative rule of religious faith and prac tice. ''' The great theme of our preaching," says one of their writers, " is Jesus Christ, in whom we have the grace of the Son, the law of the Father, and the communion of the Holy Ghost. The word of the cross, which bears testimony to Christ's voluntary offering of himself to suffer and to die, and of the rich treasure of divine grace thus purchased is the beginning, middle, and end of our preaching."

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with sweet and cheerful resignation. When one of their number dies, the fact is an nounced by four trumpeters, who mount to the church tower, and, one standing at each corner, facing north, south, east, and west, play a solemn dirge. Immediately after death the body is taken from the home and is placed in the dead-house, which is a small stone building in the rear of the church. There it is kept three days. On the third day the body is brought from the dead-house to the lawn nearby, where the coffin is cov ered with a white pall, on which is embroi dered in blue silk, " Jesus, my Redeemer, Liveth." The dead person is never referred to as being dead, but as having " gone home." After an ordinary funeral service over the coffin the procession starts for the cemetery, which is but a few rods in the rear of the church. The procession moves in the following order : Children lead the line, moving two by two, with their teachers. A brass band, with soft instruments, follows, playing solemn music, which is always that of some hymn expressive of a hope of eternal life and a glorious resurrection. Then come 160

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the clergy, the bier, and the relatives, who are followed, if the dead person is a brother in the church, by the brethren, and if a sister, by the sisters of the church. The coffin is lowered in the grave while hymns are sung, and the procession returns in the same order to the church. Here coffee and buns are served, and over this simple repast the friends discuss the good qualities of the departed spirit. The Moravian idea of death is an easy transition from this to the better world, and they only allude after the services to the bright future on the sunny side of the life which has ended only to be renewed in a more beautiful world. There fore they wear white rather than black at all funerals.

Music, as I have just inferred, plays a leading part in the social and religious life of the Moravians. A love of melody is in herent in them, and in the old days at Beth lehem concerts were regularly given by an orchestra of amateur musicians, aided by the voices of the Sisters' Choir, all of whose members receive a careful vocal training. The most charming of them all was that on II.— ii 161

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the anniversary of Whit-Monday. This en tertainment was called the Musical Festival, and lasted the whole day, during which, in addition to a well-selected programme, an oratorio was usually presented. Again, in the Moravian village of Nazareth the citi zens were wont in other years to assemble in the evenings and rehearse many of the sym phonies of Haydn and other composers. A favorite at these gatherings was the " Fare well," signalized by the successive disap pearance of the lights. One performer after another, each as he closed his part, blew out his taper, the music meanwhile growing fainter and falling gradually to a pensive andante, until the last survivor of the gay symphony was left alone, seeming, as the notes of his violin died away and he quenched his own taper, to close the scene and drop the curtain on some fine dramatic act.

The most characteristic of all music among the Moravians is that of the trom bone, played mostly in the open air, — on the belfry, in the graveyard, or at the church door. Here the Moravian hymn is drawn 162

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out with wonderful expression, and I have never heard music more weirdly beautiful than is evoked from these pensive wind in struments by Moravian players on Easter morning, added reason for this being found, perhaps, in the statement that among this devout people the anniversary of Christ's resurrection is the most reverently cher ished, the most impressively observed of all church days.

Let me describe the Moravian celebration of Easter as it is to be witnessed each re turning spring in the little village of Salem, North Carolina. Throughout the entire year this queen of the festivals is antici pated with sober pleasure by the elders, and creates visions of happiness in the minds of the young people of the secluded South ern hamlet. Even the observance of Christ mas pales before the splendors of a Moravian Easter at old Salem, a fact which may in part be attributed to the balmy weather, which usually favors the Easter period, and helps Moravian maidens to ornament their house of God with the fresh sweet flowers and foliage of the early spring. These 163

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floral decorations are artistic in conception and arrangement, and so profuse that the church interior becomes a veritable firma ment of evergreens and flowers.

In addition to the products of forest and garden many rare exotics are imported for the occasion or grown within the greenhouses of the town. Festoons of cedar, ivy, and holly hang in ornate curves from oaken rafters, and gracefully converge towards the gar nished chandeliers, whose crystal pendants sparkle with the play of every prismatic color. The galleries are embowered, and the tones of the great organ seem almost muffled amid so lavish an orniture of fra grant exotics. The pulpit -and the rostrum are also generously decorated; the fresco on the wall behind is concealed by elaborate decorations, and in the centre, deftly fash ioned with white hyacinths and roses, shine forth in large letters the words, " Christ is Risen."

The celebration begins on Palm-Sunday, when liturgical services are held, accom panied by a sermon appropriate to the com memoration of Christ's entry into Jerusa- 164

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lem, the exercises presenting a foretaste of the musical feast yet to come. During the Passion Week (between Palm-Sunday and Easter) a number of interesting services are held both morning and evening, and attract a very general attendance. Of these the most solemn and impressive take place on Good-Friday. The following day (Satur day) is called "the Great Sabbath/' on which the Love-Feast, in imitation of the apostolical agapae, is celebrated. This ob servance is one of the most original and distinctive features of the Moravian Church, and every member of the congregation is present, save the sick and infirm, even the mothers carrying babes being assigned seats in the room adjoining the main auditorium, where prattle and cries may not disturb the services. The specially distinctive feature of this day's worship is the novel service of coffee and sweetened bread. To the air already laden with the scent of flowers is added the delightful aroma of the best Java, distilled in huge urns in the basement below. At the proper moment as fixed by the pro gramme, the doors facing each aisle on either 165

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side of the pulpit are thrown open, and through them file two processions, one of men and one of women, all bearing huge wooden trays containing cakes of sweetened bread. The women, who wear dainty white aprons and snowy mull caps, pass down the right aisle and serve each female member of the congregation with cake; while the men, dressed in conventional black, wait similarly upon their own sex seated on the opposite side of the church. When all are served with sweetened bread, the waiters pass out and return with their trays full of huge porcelain mugs of hot, steaming coffee ; these are likewise served the congregation, who, led by the choir, sing through the whole distribution. The choir pauses when the bread and coffee have been passed around; and the minister arises, makes a few re marks, and finally, after asking the bless ing of God upon the service, breaks the bread and begins to eat. This is a signal to the congregation to do likewise, after which the choir continues the anthem, which the minister reads out stanza by stanza. The cups and remnants of bread later on are 166

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borne out by the same waiters, and after more singing, interspersed by words from the preacher, the congregation rises to re ceive the benediction, and departs amid so norous peals from the organ.

To the visitor at Salem during the Easter festivities the early morning services on Sun day in the graveyard are the most solemn and impressive of the entire week. Long before the faint streaks of dawn are seen in the eastern horizon the church band as cends to the belfry in the steeple, high above the roofs of the tallest houses, and there in the deepest darkness that precedes the dawn the sweet, solemn music of a Moravian hymn floats out from the trombones upon the cool, quiet air of early morning, — soft and low at first, each succeeding note swelling in vol ume, evoking countless echoes that are wafted back from distant vale and hill-side until all the air seems filled with the sweet, joyous strains announcing " Christ is risen."

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out a gleaming casement. All is activity within each home, and sounds of merry voices and ripples of youthful laughter are heard on every side.

Already people are on the streets wending their way to the church, before whose mas sive doors the congregation is quickly as sembling. The old clock in the steeple peals forth the hour of five ; the pastor comes out from the church and pauses upon the broad stone steps beneath the light of a gas-jet. He reads a litany and a hymn, — which is sung by the multitude, with whose voices sound the clear, mellow notes of the cornets. A procession is formed in twos, and, with the band at its head playing a sacred hymn, marches slowly past the church into an ave nue lined on either side with majestic cedars a century old, and then proceeds to the burial-ground.

Strangely impressive, almost weird, is this early morning pilgrimage to the city of the dead. The sombre shadows of the night are beginning to disappear, as in long line delicately defined silhouettes wend their way. At regular intervals, on either side 168

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of the white gravelled walk, sentinel-like, stand venerable mossy cedars, and the brac ing air is sweet with the perfume of the first flowers of spring. Clearly and slowly the band plays its measured march, while echoing footfalls keep perfect time to the cadence of the plaintive yet joyous melody. Arriving at the cemetery the band ceases playing, and with head bared the man of God reads in slow and solemn tones the Easter morning litany. Silence, solemn and profound, broods over the gathered throng, seeming to stay the breathing of the thou sand souls whose faith sheds a radiance of sanctity and heavenly grandeur upon their humble and devout expectancy, as on this balmy morning of the early spring they await, in spiritual communion with their departed loved ones, the Resurrection hour. Above the hill the dawn appears, awaking into life the sleeping earth, while darkling clouds, born of the night, flee the presence of coming day. Then from the voices of the assem bled host there bursts a melody of joyous song, and, mingling with the full, resound ing strains of trumpets and trombones, arises 169

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in glad hosannas to the splendent sky, where now shines the sun, — God's symbol of the resurrected life; and earth and heaven peal forth in glad accord, " The Lord is risen ! Hallelujah, praise the Lord !"

After this the throng of participants and spectators disperse, but later in the morning, and again in the evening, sermons appro priate to the day are preached, the one deliv ered at night concluding the formal cere monies of the Moravian Easter. The music during these services is grander, if possible, than that which accompanies any of the other exercises of Passion Week, and partakes of a more joyous nature.

Though the forms are different the same deeply reverential spirit animates and colors the Moravian celebration of Christmas, which at Bethlehem and in the other Mora vian villages of this country on Christmas Eve is solemnly ushered in with a service of song and praise, held in the church appro priately decorated for the occasion, and usually opened with St. Luke's poetic chron icle of the Nativity : "And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field 170

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keeping watch over their flocks by night. And lo! the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not; for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord." After this simple recital there is a short discourse and a service of song, followed by a love-feast, consisting of cakes and coffee, which are distributed among all pres ent, the congregation and guests often num bering at Bethlehem between one and two thousand souls. During this collation a portion of Beethoven's mass is performed, and the German words are sung. Simul taneous with the singing large trays of lighted tapers are brought in and distributed among the children, this as a prelude to the most moving feature of and a dramatic close to the services, for as the singing proceeds the tapers are extinguished in gradual suc cession; the mugs are gathered up and car ried away; the music wanes slowly into 171

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silence, and the last tones of the organ fall gently upon the ears of the hushed and rever ent multitude as its members emerge into the starry December night. Once more a king and Saviour has been born to men!

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CHAPTER XIII

THREE GROUPS OF GERMAN MYSTICS

IT is a roundabout journey, though one well worth the making, from Economy by way of Zoar to Amana, the three religio- communistic societies which German mysti cism has given to America. Economy, old est of the three, was founded by George Rapp, a Wiirtemberg vine-planter, who, despite the depressing surroundings of his earlier years, was in many respects a remark able personality. Rapp while still a young man became an ardent student of the history of primitive Christianity, and a teacher of much the same doctrines expounded in recent years by Count Leo Tolstoi, save that with the former the speedy second coming of Christ became an absorbing, passionate con viction.

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the mysticism of their leader, were given the name of Pietists and made objects of de risive hostility on the part of the regular clergy. In fact, so galling and vexatious did the persecutions to which they were sub jected become that they at last decided to seek in America the freedom of conscience and worship denied them in the land of their birth, and to build there a home where they could peacefully await the great change which they believed to be at hand. Six hun dred of them, having made the long ocean voyage in safety, purchased five thousand acres of land and built a town at Butler, Pennsylvania, and on February 15, 1805, with Rapp as their leader, formally organ ized the Harmony Society. Its founders believing that the community of goods prac tised by the first Christians was not one of the temporary phases of a new religious movement, but rather a fundamental prin ciple intended to endure eternally, made it the basis of their organization ; and all, fol lowing Rapp's example, threw their posses sions into a common stock, and agreed in the future to share all things in common. 174

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The little colony remained in Butler ten years, when, in 1815, it removed to Posey County, Indiana, where it purchased twenty- five thousand acres of land. But before this fresh migration a radical change had taken place in the government of the society. In 1807, as the result of a great religious awak ening and the growing conviction that the marriage state did not tend to perfect purity of life and heart, celibacy was made one of the articles of faith and an indispensable requisite to admission to the society. As in the matter of community of goods, so in the new departure Rapp and his son set an example for the others by cheerfully putting away their wives. Husband and wife were not required to live in different houses, but occupied as before the same dwelling with their family, having separate sleeping apart ments, the husband's in the upper story and the wife's in the lower, and treating each other as brother and sister in Christ. Both in Butler and Indiana the Harmonists, who, de spite their singular creed, were frugal, indus trious, and shrewd, Rapp himself being a man of signal foresight and executive ability, 175

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prospered greatly, but the malarial climate of Indiana proved fatal to so many of them that in 1825 they returned to Pennsylvania, and, purchasing thirty-five thousand acres of land, built the town of Economy. Here their long wanderings ended, and here, at the source of the Ohio, their scrupulous self- denial and wise division of labor caused their wealth to increase like magic. The silks, blankets, broadcloths, flannels, and whiskey made at Economy — deserted mills and fac tories show what a hive of industry the town once was — became famous, while their great farms, not a foot of which is even now per mitted to lie idle, yielded abundant harvests, the membership of the society increasing in the mean time to over one thousand souls, to every one of whom the word of Father Rapp was law.

But in 1831 dissensions arose which for a time threatened the existence of the so ciety; and the story of their origin and final settlement forms, perhaps, the strangest chapter in the history of Economy. From the first Rapp's policy was one of exclusion, and he sought by every means at his com- 176

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mand to prevent intercourse between his followers and the outer world. Members of the society were not allowed to learn English or to have communication with those who spoke it, and could not walk outside the lands of the society unless their business re quired it. Thus Rapp raised a wall around his followers over which they might not pass, and held them docile and content within the magic enclosure, and to-day the stranger who visits Economy meets native Americans of threescore-and-ten to whom the language of the country, wherein their long lives have been spent, is wholly un known. Only once did Rapp depart from this policy of exclusion, and then, as I have hinted, the result was disastrous.

In 1820 one Bernard Miller startled the citizens of Frankfort-on-the-Main by claim ing that he had received a commission from God to announce the speedy reappearance of His Son; and in circulars spread broad cast over Europe he called upon the devout of life and thought to assemble in one place to await the second coming of the Redeemer, soon gathering about him a small band of II. — 12 177

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enthusiasts, who looked upon him as their leader and gave him the name of Count de Leon. In due time a letter from Miller came to Rapp, in which the writer expressed his conviction that America had been selected as the future home of the chosen of God, where they were to watch for the coming of His Son, and announced his desire, with his adherents, to join the Harmonists at Econ omy. This they were cordially invited to do, and in the winter of 1831 Miller and forty of his followers, all males, arrived and were received with the highest honors. Rapp, however, soon discovered that he and his people had little in common with the new leader, whose luxurious tastes were in striking contrast with the severe self-denial practised by the Harmonists, and he accord ingly ordered Miller and his companions to at once leave Economy.

Afterwards consent was given for them to remain until spring, and this clemency was ungratefully employed by Miller to incite a revolt against the rule of Rapp and the practice of celibacy, succeeding so well that two hundred and fifty Harmonists finally 178

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signed a declaration proclaiming him the leader of the society. The great majority, however, remained faithful to Rapp, and peace was in the end secured by a covenant in which the malcontents in consideration of the sum of one hundred thousand dollars agreed to leave Economy and relinquish all claim upon the society. The seceders with the money paid them purchased eight hun dred acres of land, and under Miller's lead ership founded the New Philadelphia So ciety at what is now Phillipsburg, Pennsyl vania. The rules of the new were identical with those of the old, save in the matter of marriage, but Miller's prodigality soon ex hausted its means and credit, and the se ceders, convinced of the folly into which he had led them, compelled him to withdraw. Tired of his role of religious enthusiast, Miller, with his forty original followers, embarked for the Southwest, filled with vis ions of conquest even more daring than had animated Aaron Burr a score of years be fore, but died of cholera at Alexandria, Louisiana.

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continued on in the even tenor of its way, with Rapp at its head until his death in 1847 at the a§"e °f ninety. From first to last the attitude of the Harmonist chief towards his followers was that of a mild and kindly despot. His word was law, and " Father Rapp says it" sufficed to settle all questions of duty, sacred or secular, and to quiet controversy. The official advisers, provided by the written rules of the society, were uniformly treated as figure-heads at the council-board, and quickly degenerated into useful police for the enforcement of distasteful measures. Never, however, if the enforcement of celibacy is excepted, did Rapp abuse the irresponsible authority he had arrogated to himself. Instead, he ex ercised it with singular fidelity to the well- being of the society, until the close of what, in the main, was an unselfish and saintly life. Nor did he ever lose faith in the speedy second coming of Christ. Economy's soli tary night-watchman was required to call out hourly, as he patrolled his beat, "A day is past, and a step made nearer the end: our time runs away, but the joys of the 180

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kingdom will be our reward," while for many years everything was kept in readiness which the society would have needed for the journey to the Holy Land. Even the wax ing and waning of the prophetic year of 1836, long singled out for the Redeemer's return in glory to the world, did not shake Rapp's belief in the chiliastic promises, and when the society during the winter of 1845 was blest with a notable religious revival, its venerable chief, discerning in the event a sure prognostic of the longed-for era, buckled himself to the work of preparation for the saintly march to Jerusalem with all the enthusiasm of youth.

Two years later Rapp was laid on his death-bed, and then last of all the Harmon ists was the old prophet of the society to recognize his impending end. Taken by sur prise, even the cold touch of the angel of death did not break the beatific spell of half a century, and one of the watchers at his bedside through the last night of his life put on record this description of the final scene : " Father Rapp's strong faith in the literal fulfilment of the promises concerning 181

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the personal coming of Jesus Christ, and the gathering of the whole of Israel, remained unshaken until the end, as was shown by his last words, for when he felt the grip of the strong hand of approaching death, he said, ' If I did not so fully believe that the Lord has designed me to place our society before His presence in the land of Canaan I would consider this my last/ ' Rapp died on the 7th of August, 1847. On the day of his funeral — burials at Economy are severe in their simplicity, the remains of the dead being wrapped only in a winding-sheet and a few words spoken beside the open grave — his followers went from the orchard, where sleep the Harmonist dead, to the town-hall, and decided in the future to have two leaders instead of one. With remarkable unanimity R. L. Baker and Jacob Henrici, who had long been Rapp's most trusted lieutenants, were chosen as his successors. Baker died in 1868, but Henrici remained at the head of the society, hale in body and active in mind, until his death in 1892 at the age of eighty- nine. The senior trustee and present head of the Harmonists is John S. Duss, a young 182

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man of forty, who before his admission to the society was a school-teacher at Econ omy.

The wealth of the Harmonists has been wisely invested and is now enormous. With it the Pittsburg and Lake Erie Railroad was built and controlled by the society until its holdings were sold some years ago at a large increase over the original investment. The society also owns a large portion of the town of Beaver, Pennsylvania, and immense tracts of land in the Dakotas. The prohibition of marriage; the refusal, save at rare inter vals, to admit new members, and the gradual thinning of the ranks by death, have de creased the membership of the society, until now less than forty remain. Many of this little band are over eighty, and nearly all of them are verging on threescore years and ten. Until her death a few years ago the one most honored among them was Rapp's granddaughter, Gertrude, a beautiful, white- haired old woman, who in her girlhood was a splendid singer, and who for more than sixty years furnished the music for the Sun day gatherings. Her house remains as she 183

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left it, and is a cabinet of things rare and curious, pictures and musical instruments brought from Germany and quaintly blown and painted vases more than a century old.

Life at Economy is puritanical in its regu larity and severity. Over four hundred men and women are employed by the society and compelled to give strict observance to its rules, which forbid smoking, whiskey-drink ing, and courting within the limits of the town. Males and females live apart and are never permitted to mingle even at work, but so considerate is the treatment they re ceive that few of them leave except to marry. At five o'clock in the morning every one breakfasts; at six o'clock work commences — the duties of the day being announced by the milkman as he goes his rounds — and con tinues until ten o'clock, when lunch is served. From twelve to one o'clock is the dinner hour. There is another luncheon at three o'clock and supper at six o'clock. At nine o'clock the bell rings and all must retire. Everything is in common. Grocer, butcher, baker, and milkman visit each house daily, and even the washing is done at the common 184

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laundry. Nothing can be bought with money at Economy, and only members of the society handle that article. However, the generosity of the Harmonists is pro verbial, and they are kindness itself to the poor people about them. Many orphan chil dren have been reared, educated, and started in life by them, and no unfortunate is ever turned from the town unfed. There is a room at the inn, which, with the store, post- office, town-hall, and church, stands in the centre of the village, especially reserved for tramps, who are kindly cared for overnight, and given a little money when they start on their way in the morning, while other visitors, and curiosity brings many of them, are always sure of a cordial welcome.

No longer able to work, this little band of aged men and women now devote them selves to good works and to those sweet religious meditations which have so long been their consolation and their hope. Twice on every Sunday they gather at the church, with its high-backed, uncushioned pews, and listen to Elder Duss standing in the place of Rapp and Henrici. He speaks briefly and 185

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without preparation, but always with elo quence and force. No excuse is accepted for absence from the church, and should one of the members chance to nod during the services, he is called to sit upon the stool of punishment, a solitary bench in the centre of the church, until the meeting is dismissed. Many of the ancient customs of the father land are still observed in Economy. Their Wiirtemberg ancestors used to celebrate the completion of the annual harvest with feasts and merrymaking, and on the I9th of Au gust of each year the Harmonists observe in fitting manner this beautiful custom of their fathers. Weeks before the day preparations are making for the feast. Wine half a cen tury old is brought from its cobwebbed rest ing-place, and the choicest calves and beeves are fattened, killed, and roasted. The day's exercises are opened by the playing of the band maintained by the society among its workmen, and at half-past nine o'clock there are services in the church. When all the others have taken their places, the members of the society enter with the trustees and elders at their head. After they are seated 186

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there is singing, in which the congregation joins, and a discourse by Elder Duss, fol lowed by more music. Finally, at eleven o'clock, comes the feast. Headed by the band, the society and its employes, with those who are fortunate enough to be guests, march to the town-hall, where the feasting, speech-making, and singing are continued for hours. In the evening they again as semble, and another sumptuous spread, inter spersed with music, brings the day to a close.

Besides the harvest-home there are two other great annual feasts at Economy. One of these occurs on the I5th of February, and is designed to fittingly celebrate the founda tion of the society in 1805 ; the other is the celebration of the Lord's Supper in the clos ing days of October, for the Harmonists partake of the sacrament but once a year, holding that to do so oftener is a violation of the Saviour's wish and will. Music plays an important part in their celebration of the ,sacrament, as in all their social and religious observances. On the morning of the sacra mental day the town is awakened at sunrise 187

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by the band playing in the portico of the church. Marching to breakfast still play ing, the musicians have no sooner finished their meal than they are on the street again and giving brave attention to their instru ments. From house to house they go, arousing the inmates and summoning them to church, where all are required to assemble and listen to a sermon from the head of the society. After the preaching comes the ob servance of the sacrament. This does not take place in the church, but in the town- hall, only members of the' society being permitted to communicate or even to be present. There is an elaborate feast prior to receiving the sacred elements, and in the character and preparation of the viands for this repast effort is made to imitate as closely as possible those partaken by Christ and His disciples when they ate the Passover for the last time. Unleavened bread and a large dish of a peculiar kind of soup are placed in the centre of the table, and used by the Harmonists to perform the singular cere mony which they term " dipping the sop." At a given signal all dip into the soup a 188

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piece of bread, thus converting it into a sop ; this in memory of the Saviour's words when asked who should betray Him, — " He that dippeth his hand with me in the dish, the same shall betray me." Dipping the sop is performed with the utmost solemnity by the Harmonists, who regard it as an humble confession that they have betrayed Christ many times by their sins against Him. After this ceremony the bread is broken and the cup prepared by Elder Duss, who blesses both, and all partake in silence. Then, one by one, they pass from the hall, and the cele bration of the sacrament is finished.

What with its quiet, grass-grown streets, its weather-beaten, many-gabled houses, and its carefully tended gardens, Economy has been termed by an acute observer " a fine Rhenish village left behind intact from the eighteenth century." One is tempted to ap ply the same description to Zoar, the home of the Separatists, fourscore miles to the west of the Economy ; nor is the resemblance an accidental one, for the Separatists came from the same part of Germany as the Har monists, and like them suffered voluntary 189

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exile for their religious belief. The found ers of both communities belonged to the working class, Rapp, the head of the Har monists, being a vine-planter, and Joseph Baumeler, the leader of the Separatists, a weaver. The latter was endowed, however, with an original and inquiring mind and exceptional earnestness of purpose. While still a young man he became an ardent stu dent of the writings of Boehme and other mystics, finally extracting from them a new religious creed, not unlike that framed by Rapp a few years before. Like Rapp also, Baumeler proved a zealous propagandist, and those who shared his belief, drawn mainly from the peasant class, soon num bered several hundred.

Nor did they escape the bitter persecution which had formerly been the lot of the Har monists. For some ten years they bore the burdens of flogging, fines, and imprisonment in uncomplaining silence. Then their suf ferings attracted the attention of a number of wealthy English Quakers, who, in 1817, furnished money to pay their passage to the United States, at the same time contributing 190

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a handsome additional sum to assist them after their arrival. The Zoarites, to the number of two hundred men, women, and children, landed at Philadelphia in August of the year named. Aided by their Quaker friends, they at once purchased several thou sand acres of land in the Tuscarawas valley in Ohio and laid the foundations of the town of Zoar, the remaining members of the sect joining them in the spring of 1818. At first an essay in communism was not thought of, but it soon became clear that success could only be achieved by associated effort, and two years after the arrival at Zoar articles of agreement for a community of goods were executed and signed, each signer throwing his belongings into the common lot, and vowing to do the same with any property of which he might thereafter become possessed, while at the same time Baumeler was for mally installed as the spiritual and temporal head of the society.

Frugal and industrious, the Separatists from the first prospered under the communal system. Nearly every handicraft was rep resented among the original members of the 191

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society, and the various shops erected at once attracted the patronage of the farmers of the countryside and became a source of profit. This, with their careful farming and successful cattle-raising, enabled them in a few years to pay for their lands and erect roomy and comfortable buildings. They own at the present time seven thousand acres of land, covered in part by orchards and vineyards, besides thousands of head of the finest cattle and sheep. Zoar has also its tin, tailor, and shoe shops, its own saddlery, brewery, carpenter and cabinet shops, and its own woollen-, flour-, planing-, and saw mills. One of the most interesting places to visit is the cow barn at milking-time. The society keeps about one hundred cows, which are driven to pasture in the morning, and at sunset may be seen ambling contentedly homeward to the musical clink of many- toned cow-bells. Upon reaching the large barn the herd separates, each division enter ing its own door, and each cow finding and occupying her own stall and knowing her own name. The young girls then come out in numbers, and to each is deputed the milk- 192

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ing of three or four cows. The little chil dren sometimes bring tin cups, and each receives as much milk as he or she can drink.

Life at Zoar is very plain and simple. Each dwelling-house accommodates several families, but each family lives alone. A member is allowed a certain number of gowns or suits per year, and groceries and provisions of all sorts are obtained in the same way, an ample allowance for each fam ily being dealt out on application. Some of the girls and older women earn a small amount of money by knitting thread laces, which they sell to visitors at the hotel, erected some years ago by the society for the reception of summer guests, and thus secure a little spending money of their own, but with this exception no member handles money, all profits from the harvests and workshops being deposited in the society treasury. In the long days of summer every one arises at daylight and labors until six o'clock at night, the women at seed-time and harvest working beside the men in the field. In the winter season work is continued in II.— 13 193

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the shops and factories until eight o'clock in the evening, these long hours, however, being lightened by breakfast, dinner, and supper, and a morning and afternoon lunch. On summer nights the men practise in the village band, or smoke and quaff their beer in a tiny public garden filled with masses of blooming flowers and clumps of well- trimmed shrubs, while the women visit from one vine-covered cottage to another, and the children play upon the common in front of the church. On Sunday there are three re ligious services. At the morning service one of Baumeler's discourses — he died at a ripe old age after having directed the affairs of the society for a quarter of a century — is read by one of the older members ; the after noon meeting is devoted to the children, and the evening gathering to song and praise. No services are held during the week.

The history of the Separatists, similar in other respects, offers a marked contrast to that of the Harmonists in the matter of celibacy, for while the older society accepted it only as a second thought, the Separatists at first made it one of the conditions of 194

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membership, only to give it up in after-years. Celibacy was one of the fundamental doc trines of Baumeler's curious creed. He be lieved that God created Adam both a male and female, or, as he expressed it, "Adam was a masculine maiden possessing both the male and female elements of generation." The separation of the female element from Adam by the creation of Eve he regarded as the result of some sin on Adam's part, and for that reason he warmly condemned the marital state as impure and unholy. But with all his mysticism Baumeler was re freshingly practical, and when in 1832 cholera decimated the ranks of the Separa tists and threatened their society with ex tinction, he gave his followers permission to marry, and himself set the example by taking a wife. Of the children since born and reared within the confines of the society, about one-half have remained faithful to the creed and customs of their fathers. Still, the Separatist Society now has but one hundred and ten active members, and this number is said to be annually decreasing, for the railway when it came to Zoar a dozen years 195

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or more ago brought the spirit of unrest in its train, and with the broader vista thus opened before them many of the villagers have tired of the whilom monotony of their lives and sought individual preferment in other fields. As a result the community of the Separatists is steadily dwindling away, and in a few years at most their peaceful haven will have become a part of the greater world about it.

But if the days of Economy and Zoar are numbered, the Society of the Inspirationists at Amana, Iowa, appears, on the other hand, to still have before it many years of pros perity and growing membership. The Amana community owns some forty thou sand acres of rich bottom-lands along the Iowa River, a short hour's ride by rail from Cedar Rapids, and its picturesque villages — there are seven of them — crown the low slopes at two or three miles' distance from each other. These groups of houses are of wood and unpainted, the Amana people claiming that it is cheaper to re-side a house occasionally than to paint it, and the gray- black walls, with their display of vines, set 196

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down in quaint geometrical gardens, have a charm as distinctive and restful as it is difficult to describe.

Each village of the Inspirationists sug gests a bit of the fatherland transplanted in bulk to the Middle West, and with reason, for the sect sprang from a little band of people who, some eighty-odd years ago, used to gather at the house of Christian Metz, a carpenter of Strasburg. Converts to the mystical teachings of Boehme and Kock, they called themselves Inspirationists, and professed to hold direct and personal com munication with God, who, they avowed, made chosen ones among their number His mouth-piece when He desired to speak to His children. Christian Metz was one of these inspired instruments; another was Barbara Heinemann, in many respects the most remarkable person ever connected with the society, and it was due mainly to their influence that the Inspirationists formed their first settlement in America in 1843. Metz and three other members of the society, sent over to select a situation, bought several thousand acres of land near Buffalo, New 197

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York, calling their first village Eben-Ezer, this with reference, doubtless, to the stone set up by Samuel as a memorial of divine assistance. In due time two other villages, called Upper and Lower Eben-Ezer, were laid out, and the end of a decade saw more than one thousand Inspirationists prosper ously settled in their new abiding-place. Community of goods was not thought of at first, but the difficulty the craftsmen among the Inspirationists experienced in finding em ployment in a newly-settled country, com bined with other causes, soon made it evident that only by associated effort could the best results be obtained, and so, about 1847, tneY were " commanded" to hold all things in common and labor together for the common good. Five years later came another " in spired command" for them to move west ward, — more land was needed by the com munity but could not be had at a reasonable price near Buffalo, — and, in obedience to the dictates of the Spirit, the site for a new home was purchased in Iowa. That was in the summer of 1855, and before winter came the first village had been laid out and built. 198

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In choosing a name for it the colonists again went to the Bible and selected Amana, the name of the hill described by Solomon ; nor, as other villages were built, did they depart from the original name, but instead devised constant variations of it, as Old Amana, High Amana, South, North, East, West, and Middle Amana.

The wise policy, begun at Eben-Ezer and continued at Amana, of dividing the colony into separate villages has had much to do with the success of the society, which now numbers about eighteen hundred mem bers. It contributes to the quiet and sim plicity sought after by the Inspirationists, and at the same time lends greater variety to the communal life than would be the case were there but a single large settle ment. The distance from the most easterly to the most westerly village is six miles, but excellent roads and telephone lines ren der communication easy. The young people in winter skate from one hamlet to another on the canal, dug to carry water to the sev eral villages and protect them from the dan ger of drought, or walk across the fields in 199

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summer. When there is harvesting to be done, the great creaking wagons of a pat tern peculiar to Amana carry their loads of workers, of all ages and both sexes, out in the morning and back at night, zest being al ways given to the day's labors by the possi bility of working in the next field to the force from some other village, and the chance of the mid-day luncheon being taken under the trees together.

Farming is, of course, the chief industry of the Inspirationists, but — and herein lies another secret of their success — they also conduct woollen-mills, grist-mills, calico print-mills, hominy-mills, soap-factories, and book-binderies, while each village has its own saw-mill, machine-shop, and store. They own many thousand head of sheep, but as they make three thousand or four thou sand yards of woollen goods daily, they buy raw wool in large quantities. They also have their own chemists, doctors, and schools, the last named meriting a passing paragraph.

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In the summer seven o'clock is the hour for being on hand, and this is changed to eight o'clock in winter. Until mid-day the little folk sit there on their hard benches going over their lessons, and now and then going over the benches instead when they happen to fall asleep. The boys sit on one side of the room and the girls on the other, the for mer round and rosy and very tight as to their little German trousers; the latter also round and rosy and looking exceeding quaint in the black crocheted hoods which they seem never to take off. After dinner they all go to school again, but this time to an industrial one, where they are set to work knitting the thumbs of the great Amana mittens, which are famed through all the country round. When the small girls reach the age of seven or eight years they are advanced to the main body, so to speak, of the mitten, the boys being meanwhile put through an apprentice ship at various trades. German is the lan guage of the colony and the one used in the schools, although English is taught in the higher classes. Here again the managers have shown their sagacity if not their loy-

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alty to their native country, 'for the use of a language other than that of the people about them is clearly a strong tie among the members.

At the head of " The Community of True Inspiration," as the society is officially known, and exercising supervision over its affairs is a board of thirteen trustees, chosen once a year by ballot. Control of the spir itual and temporal affairs of each village is vested in a board of elders, whose members, selected with great care by the central board of trustees, meet every morning to confer together, select the foremen for the different industries, and assign the tasks of the indi vidual members, effort always being made to give the laborer the employment that will be most congenial to him. Record of the affairs of each village is kept by a system of accounting which, although elaborate, is a model of clearness and accuracy, showing at a glance what the village has produced and consumed, what it has sold to other vil lages or to outsiders, what it has bought, and just what its profits or losses have been. The general accounts of the colony are bal-

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anced once a year, when the profits and losses of the whole society are equalized. It should be added, however, that no village bears alone the losses it may have sustained, these being shared by the whole body.

The Inspirationists never handle money save in their dealings with outsiders. Once a year the elders grant each family or adult member of the society credit corresponding to their wants at the village store, against which they are permitted to make purchases. If a member does not spend all of his or her annual allowance, the balance is added to the next year's credit or can be given away. Each village has its own laundry, bakery, butcher-shop, and butter and cheese factory, and wagons from these places make their daily round as they do in cities. Meals are taken in what are called " the kitchens," where the males and females eat at separate tables. There are sixteen of these in Amana proper, with its five hundred and fifty in habitants, and the food furnished at the five daily meals is good and abundant. Each family has its own house, with a plot of ground around it, and the satisfaction of 203

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the members with their state of life is in dicated by the fact that, although all that can be made from this ground may be re tained as private income, it is devoted in almost every instance to the culture of flowers. Indeed, the quiet, regular, peace ful life of comfort and plenty led at Amana has so strong an attraction for the young people raised there that few leave when they reach maturity, and those who do so, as a rule, return in a short time. New members, however, are admitted with the greatest care, and only after a long and searching novi tiate, the managers wisely preferring to build slowly but surely out of the material which they can themselves mould and temper and adjust.

Besides the doctrine of " direct inspira tion" already referred to, the tenets of the Inspirationist creed include justification by faith, the resurrection of the dead, and final judgment. Meetings are held several times a week, the services usually consisting of prayer, singing, readings from the Bible, and brief exhortations. Christmas, New Year's, and Easter are observed as seasons of special 204

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solemnity, and once a year there is careful examination into the spiritual condition of all the members. Such are the Inspiration- ists of Amana. In their daily life sober, temperate, and without envy; in their deal ings with their fellows kindly, charitable, and just; in their morals singularly pure and blameless, and in intelligence above the average, who would deny them all the con tentment and happiness that are theirs?

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CHAPTER XIV THROUGH WASHINGTON'S COUNTRY

IT is an easy pilgrimage, and one well worth the making, from the city which bears his name to the three places which above all others are associated with the life and pres ence of Washington, — Fredericksburg, scene of his youthful exploits and burial-place of his mother ; Mount Vernon, his residence in maturer years ; and quiet grass-grown Alex andria, which knew him as burgher, citizen, and neighbor.

Fredericksburg, which borrowed its name from one of the sons of George L, has now become doubly historic from the great bat tle fought there in December, 1862, but its charm for the visitor still abides in its cher ished relics of Washington and his mother. These include the old house within the cor porate limits of the town in which both lived and in which she died; the tomb above her grave; the site, on the farther shore of the 206

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Rappahannock, of the house in which he first lived after his removal from his native Westmoreland, and the fields about wherein were enacted the boyish exploits recorded in the praiseful but not always veracious chronicles of Parson Weems.

Both of Washington's grandfathers came from England in 1657 and made new homes in the same section of Virginia. Augustine, first of the Washingtons born in America, chose for his second wife — by his first he had two sons, Lawrence and Augustine — Mary Ball, a girl of fortune and excellent birth, who became, in due time, the mother of George Washington, the first of a family of six children. When George was five years old his father removed from West moreland to a plantation which he owned on the bank of the Rappahannock, opposite Fredericksburg. The house in which Wash ington lived with his parents was torn down threescore years ago, and its site, on the top of a hill, perhaps a hundred yards from the river, is now covered by a frame cottage of modest size. Directly below lies the ferry where Washington when he was ten years 207

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old, according to Weems, — although this, like many another of the parson's stories, must be taken with a grain of allowance, — threw a stone across the Rappahannock. Fredericksburg folk, it may be added, scout the tale, and even at the present time, with the river sadly shrunken from its former width and depth, the feat described by Weems would be a difficult one for a man of mature years and strength.

Augustine Washington died in 1743, and his widow remained faithful to his memory until her death, nearly fifty years later. Moreover, she reared her children wisely, and one by one saw them prosperously set tled in life. With the coming of the Revo lution and when he was about to set out for the Continental Congress in Philadelphia, Washington, with loving regard for the com fort and safety of the aging woman, induced his mother to leave her country home and remove to Fredericksburg, nor did he rest content until he had seen her settled in her new quarters. The house Mary Washing ton selected as her home still stands in Charles Street, but not in its original form. 208

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One end has been altered and the roof raised to give a full second story, changes which have nearly destroyed its former quaintness of aspect.

Fredericksburg saw nothing of Washing ton during the seven critical, troubled years that followed Lexington and Bunker Hill, but when, shortly after the surrender of Cornwallis at Yorktown, the patriot captain, attended by an imposing suite of French and American officers, started upon what quickly became a triumphal progress to Phil adelphia, he stopped on the way to visit the mother who awaited his coming with serene and quiet joy. The meeting took place on the nth of November, 1781. Washington, " in the midst of his numerous and brilliant suite," I quote from the quaint account of the event given by George Washington Parke Custis, " sent to apprise his mother of his arrival, and to know when it would be her pleasure to receive him. Alone and on foot the general-in-chief of the combined armies of France and America, the deliverer of his country, the hero of the hour, re paired to pay his humble tribute of duty to II. — 14 209

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her whom he venerated as the author of his being." The first warm embrace of greet ing over, she drew slowly back, and looking with loving earnestness into his face, said, very softly, " You are growing old, George ; care and toil have been making marks in your face since I saw you last."

She, too, had grown old in the intervening years, but when she appeared that night at the ball given by the citizens of Fredericks- burg in honor of the victors, leaning on the arm of her son, her noble bearing and the quiet dignity with which she received the addresses of those who came to do her honor prompted Lafayette to remark that he had seen the only Roman matron who was living in his day.

Memory of another meeting between Washington and his mother, last and ten- derest of all, comes to mind as one stands before the quiet house in Charles Street. It was in April, 1789, that he came to bid her farewell before leaving for New York to enter upon his duties as first President of the Republic. He found her weak and worn in body and already stricken with the hand 210

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of death. When he told her that as soon as his public duties would permit he should return to her, she gently interrupted him, saying that they should meet no more, but that he must go to fill the high place destiny had assigned him. And so they parted, the strong man sobbing like a child as he left her presence for the last time. Four months later she had ceased to live. Washington was at dinner with Baron Steuben and other friends when word came to him that his mother was dead. " My uncle," writes his nephew, who was present, " immediately re tired to his room, and remained there for some time alone."

It is a pleasant ride from Fredericksburg to Mount Vernon and takes one along wind ing country roads often traversed by Wash ington. In 1741 his half-brother Lawrence served with Admiral Vernon in the disas trous campaign against Carthagena in South America. The following year he returned to Virginia, and was about to sail for Eng land to enter the regular navy when beautiful Anne Fairfax captured his affections, and the spirit of war yielded to the gentler argu- 211

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ment of love. They were married in the midsummer of 1748. The death of the elder Washington a few months before had made the young husband owner and master of an estate extending for miles down the Potomac below Alexandria, and Lawrence Washington built for his bride a plain but substantial mansion on the most command ing river outlook, giving it the name of Mount Vernon, in honor of the admiral with whom he had served in the West Indies.

A swift fever made an end of Lawrence Washington in 1752, and his estate passed to his daughter. She soon followed her father to the grave, and by the terms of the original bequest young George Washington, who from the first had been a frequent and much-loved visitor at the mansion, became the master of Mount Vernon and its wide- reaching acres. From his father he had already inherited large landed holdings on the Rappahannock ; his new acquisition made him one of the wealthiest planters of the Old Dominion. Coincident with his taking possession of Mount Vernon he be gan his labors in the service of the colony,

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first as a surveyor exploring and laying down the bounds of great estates, and then in the military service for the extension of colonial authority and British empire on the Ohio. In the five or six years which followed he rose to a high place on the roll of sagacious military commanders, and the fame of his martial exploits reached the uttermost limits of the colonies.

Frequent absences, however, did not pre vent Washington from exercising close and prudent watch over the affairs of his estate, or from prosecuting those affairs of the heart which lend a piquant interest to his career, for the young master of Mount Vernon, like most strong men, was all his life a lover of women, and before he was eighteen had already suffered the pangs of unrequited love. He speaks in letters written at this time of his passion for the " Lowland Beauty," and to the same period may also be assigned two love poems, one an acrostic to " Frances," no doubt some fair maid of Alexandria, and the other a sonnet, interest ing only because it shows the depressed state of mind into which its author was thrown 213

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by his affairs of the heart. When he was nineteen he courted and was refused by pretty Betsy Fauntleroy, and a little later there grew up in his heart the master passion of his life, — his love for Sally Gary, wife of his friend George William Fairfax and sister- in-law of his half-brother, Lawrence Wash ington. Sally Gary was already married when Washington first met her, yet this did not prevent him from cherishing a regard for her that for a time threatened to assume " sovereign control" of his ardent nature. His letters are proof that the love he had felt for other amiable women was as water unto wine beside this hopeless attachment for his beautiful neighbor, but fortunately, thanks to time, to the lady's subsequent ab sence in England with her husband, and, above all, because, Washington being a man of honor and resolute will, the feeling was gradually subdued by him, and his marriage with Mrs. Custis happily ended the episode. It was in April, 1759, three months after her marriage to Washington, that Martha Custis became the mistress of Mount Ver- non. Daughter of Colonel John Dandridge, 214

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a belle of the colonial court at fifteen, wife of Colonel Daniel Parke Custis at seventeen, and a widow with two children at twenty- four, Washington met her for the first time while on a military errand to the old Scotch governor, Dinwiddie, at the colonial capital. Their marriage gave him absolute control of one-third of the Custis patrimony, one of the largest fortunes in America. The remainder of the estate came into his hands as guardian.

Washington at this time was in the early flush of his magnificent physical manhood. Straight as an Indian, with limbs cast almost in a giant's mould, his self-contained coun tenance, agreeable speech, and dignified bear ing made his personality most impressive. Probably half of his time at home was spent in the saddle, and this active out-of-door life gave him a glow of health and sense of vigor. Never more at home than on horse back, fox-hunting was his favorite sport, and in his diary for January and February, 1768, it is recorded that he followed the hounds sixteen days and shot on five. Now and then his boldness brought him to grief, 215

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but these mischances failed to deter him. At fifty-five he wrote that he was still fond of the chase, which he occasionally indulged in until near his death.

For fifteen years George and Martha Washington enjoyed life at Mount Vernon, he serving in the House of Burgesses and managing his vast estates, she taking com plete charge of the domestic economy of the household, and both joining in the exercise of a hospitality as gracious as it was open- handed, unceasing and lavish. The master of Mount Vernon played a forceful part in the events which led up to the Congress of 1774 and finally to the war for independ ence ; and in those trying times his wife sup ported him with words of approbation and encouragement, writing to a relative, " My mind is made up. My heart is in the cause. George is right. He is always right."

The second Continental Congress met, and Washington was a delegate. Lexington and Concord had fired the heart of the colonies, and the Continental army was organized in June, 1775, with Washington as its com- mander-in-chief. He wrote to his wife at 216

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Mount Vernon giving directions about the management of his estate, enclosed his will, which " he hoped would be satisfactory," and at once set out from Philadelphia to take command of the Continental forces at Bos ton. Mount Vernon saw him only twice during the following eight years, and then in the line of military duty, but each winter Mrs. Washington joined her husband at head-quarters to assist in raising the heavy spirits of officers and men and to minister to the sick and suffering.

It was in September, 1781, that Washing ton suddenly arrived at Mount Vernon, his first visit since 1775, on his way to take command of the forces at Yorktown. But a single night was his stay, and he moved on to close the war in the South and to put an end to the last hope of Great Britain's re covery of her lost colonies. Cornwallis having surrendered at Yorktown, Washing ton spent a week at Mount Vernon, and then, accompanied by his wife, left for the North to resume command of the army in the vicinity of New York, to put the finishing touches to the war and to give Congress the 217

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benefit of his counsel. In November, 1783, Mrs. Washington returned to Mount Ver- non, after an absence of two years. The British hauled down the royal standard of King George and evacuated New York. Washington having taken leave of his sor rowing veterans, repaired to Annapolis, where Mrs. Washington joined him to wit ness the most heroic act of his noble career, — the return of his commission and a con quered nationality to Congress. The same day, December 23, as plain Mr. and Mrs. Washington, they left for Mount Vernon, where they arrived amid the greatest joy of the neighbors on the Christmas Eve of

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The world-wide fame of Washington now made Mount Vernon the shrine of the great men of America and of visiting foreigners of rank and renown. The original mansion quickly proved too small to accommodate the throng of visitors and guests, and in 1785 it was enlarged by the addition of two wings, composing the banquet-hall and the library and the piazza overlooking the river. The detached structures for the farm and domes- 218

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tic offices, the lawn, arboretum, conservato ries, and flower- and kitchen-gardens were also constructed or laid out, giving the man sion and immediate surroundings their pres ent appearance.

Of the Fairfaxes, Washington's constant comrades in other days, only Bryan was now left in America, and that good man was getting on in years and making up his mind to take priestly orders. Of Washington's other neighbors, the most important one still living within easy reach of Mount Vernon was George Mason, of Gunston Hall, a pa triot of the finest type, the author of that noble paper " The Virginia Bill of Rights," and who in the intervals of useful labor in the Continental Congress returned to his home on the Potomac. To this old manor- house of the Masons, built in 1739 and still standing, although no longer in the posses sion of the descendants of its first owners, the Washington family was wont at this period to resort for tea-drinking and dinner, visits certain to be returned in kind before the month was out.

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Washington's chief delight. To its pursuit he now returned with zest whetted by years of absence from home, and good reason had Brissot de Warville, the French traveller and author, who became chief of the Giron dists and died by the guillotine in 1793, to cry out in astonishment at the general's suc cess in farming, when, during his visit to America, he went the rounds of Mount Ver- non in the autumn of 1788. The estates were then at the highest pitch of improve ment they ever attained, crops of wheat, tobacco, corn, barley, and buckwheat " bur dening the ground." What excited the Frenchman's chief surprise was that every barn and cabin, grove and clearing, field and orchard, passed daily beneath the watch ful eye of the master. All the busy life of the negro world was regulated by his per sonal directions to overseers and bailiff. No item was too insignificant to bring before his notice, and the minutest contract for work agreed upon was put into writing. How odd, for example, the agreement with Philip Baxter, the gardener, found, duly signed and witnessed, among Washington's

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papers, wherein Philip binds himself to keep sober for a year, and to fulfil his duties on the place, if allowed four dollars at Christ mas, with which to be drunk four days and four nights ; two dollars at Easter, to effect the same purpose; two dollars at Whitsun tide, to be drunk for two days; a dram in the morning, and a drink of grog at dinner, at noon."

In barnyards, kennels, and stables there is continual interest on the part of their mas ter. He makes experiments in breeding mules with the jacks sent him by the King of Spain, and thanks Gouverneur Morris for a couple of Chinese pigs, forwarded from Morrisania, along with a pair of Chinese geese. Washington's care of horses is too well known to need mention here, but one ceremony of his daily round of his farms, a ceremony, in season, never omitted by the general, deserves to be recalled. It was to lean over the fence around the field wherein a tall old sorrel horse, with white face and legs, was grazing luxuriously in the richest grass and clover Mount Vernon could af ford. At the sight of him the old steed

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would prick up his ears and run neighing to arch his neck beneath his master's hand. This was Nelson, the war-horse upon whose back, at Yorktown, Washington had received the surrender of Cornwallis. The war ended, Nelson's work was over. Turned out to graze in summer, in winter carefully groomed and stabled, he lived to a good old age, but by his master's strict command was never again allowed to feel the burden of a saddle.

Thus three years passed in quiet and re tirement. But they were neither years of leisure nor of rest. The cares of state were thrust upon the privacy of the home life at Mount Vernon. Washington held the lead ing-strings of the infant republic. The weakness of the Articles of Confederation were apparent to him, and it was in his con stant thought to devise some form of strong centralized national governmental authority and administration. He was in communica tion with the patriots in all parts of the States, hanging together and defaulting in their duty and obligations under the free and easy system of 1777, and it was on the ve-

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randa or in the library of Mount Vernon that the preliminary steps were arranged which led to the overthrow of the system of the Confederation and the substitution of the national system in 1787.

It was on a sunny day in April, 1 789, that Charles Thomson, secretary of the Conti nental Congress, arrived at Mount Vernon with the official notification of Washington's election to the Presidency. Reluctant to leave the congenial pursuits and surround ings of Mount Vernon, he nevertheless re sponded once more to his country's call, and on April 16, 1789, left for New York, the journey being one constant succession of ovations. He inaugurated the new govern ment, and soon after was followed by Mrs. Washington, who established the social in stitutions decided upon for the executive office and surroundings. During the years of his Presidency Washington occasionally visited Mount Vernon, passing a short time there during the adjournments of Congress. He also took an active part in the establish ment of the site and laying the foundations of the capital, which bears his name and lies 223

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almost in sight of his beloved Mount Ver- non.

Washington's second term as President closed in March, 1797, and he at once re turned to Mount Vernon. He was now sixty-five years of age, laden with honors, surrounded by the confidence of his fellow- citizens, and in the possession of perfect health. The care of his estate gave him his greatest pleasure during his remaining years, but his regard for the public weal never weakened, and here and there in the diaries and private correspondence of the period one finds proofs of this, which afford at the same time intimate glimpses of the personality of the masterful man whose career was now near its close. Let one of these find a place in this chronicle. After Adams had been chosen President, and the outcry against the Alien and Sedition laws became so loud as to arouse Washington's apprehension that the Republicans might carry the country to the other extreme and the work of disinte gration be commenced, he sent a message to Richmond with a note to John Marshall, afterwards chief -justice, saying he wished 224

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him to come to Mount Vernon for a week's visit. Marshall, who was an ardent Feder alist, got ready, and in a few days reached Mount Vernon, where he was received with great cordiality.

After dinner, when all the other company had retired to the sitting-room, Washington detained Marshall, and soon told him why he had sent for him. " I am uneasy, Major Marshall/' said he, " at the rapid growth of these democratic societies and alarmed at the tendency towards the disintegration of our present system. The press is attacking all who wish to maintain the Federal govern ment in its integrity and strength with great violence, and I fear the result of the ap proaching elections. We need our strongest and most patriotic men in Congress, and I want you to return to Richmond and an nounce yourself as a candidate."

Marshall made answer that it was im possible ; that he was a poor man, dependent upon his practice at the bar, and that the pecuniary sacrifice would be more than he could bear in his present straitened circum stances. Washington argued with him, and 11—15 225

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soon got wrought into a violent passion. No patriot, he declared, would refuse to serve his country in such an emergency; he had been making personal sacrifices for the public all his life, and no one deserving the name of a man would refuse such a call.

Marshall, in describing the occurrence, said he had never received such a torrent of abuse in his life. He thought at one time Washington would jump on him from across the table. He retired that night, but could not sleep. The insults given him seemed to blister his brain. After rolling and tossing for a time, he concluded he would get up early in the morning, slip out, get his horse, and start home before break fast. Morning at last came, and as soon as he could see well he dressed. Fearing to awake Washington, he took his boots in his hand and started down the stairway in his stocking feet; but to his horror he met Washington in the hall.

" Where are you going, Major Marshall ?" asked the old general.

" I was going out, sir/'

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turn to your room, and I will have you called when breakfast is ready."

Marshall returned to his room, as he said, " to await further orders."

At breakfast Washington was very polite to him. Afterwards he informed Marshall that the horses were ready and that they would ride over the plantation. They rode, returning at three o'clock to dinner. No al lusion was made to the row of the previous night. The result of it all was that Mar shall stayed the week out, returned to Rich mond, ran for Congress, was elected, and took every post that the general wanted him to take. Yet Washington's biographers merely tell us that Marshall was " per suaded by him to enter Congress !"

Once only did Washington leave Mount Vernon after the close of his second term as President. The French monarchy had been overthrown and the Directory were startling the world with horrors. Because the American government would not sanc tion their butcheries and help shield them from the accumulated vengeance of man kind they warred upon our commerce, im- 227

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prisoned our citizens, and insulted our com missioners. War seemed inevitable, and Washington was again summoned from his resting-place to resume his arms and defend his country. It must have been a sight to see the old lion once more summoning his brindled sons to battle. His old veterans rallied around him at the sound of his voice, ready to follow their general, to repeat their old hardships, and brave their old dangers. But war was averted, and Washington re tired to Mount Vernon — to die.

Two years later his brave wife followed him to the grave. After her death the Mount Vernon estate passed to Bushrod Washington, a nephew of the general. In 1829 it became the property of John Augus tine Washington, a nephew of Bushrod. In 1832, Mrs. Jane Washington, his widow, was mistress of the estate. At her death in 1855 her son, John Augustine Washington, became possessor.

Neglect, indifference, and shiftless man agement now witnessed this once baronial estate going to decay. But some forty years ago the women of the United States 228

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came to the rescue of the home and tomb of Washington, and the Mount Vernon La dies' Association was incorporated, the man sion and two hundred acres passing into its hands for the sum of two hundred thousand dollars.

The present ownership and administration secure the mansion from unnecessary rav ages of time and spoliation and vandalism of unworthy visitors. Each room in the main building having been assigned to a State, the lady regent of the State intrusted with its care supervising its restoration, pres ervation, and appropriate furnishing. In this way the rooms have been brought back in the style of the life of Washington and fitted up either with furniture used by Wash ington or of his times. The largest room, usually called the banquet-hall or state dining-room, is now known as the New York Room. Rembrandt Peak's "Washington before Yorktown" hangs on the west side of the room. It was given by the artist's heirs to the Mount Vernon Association. Washington is on horseback, and with him are Lafayette, Hamilton, King, Lincoln, and 229

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Rochambeau. The picture is framed in the wood of a tree that grew on the farm of Robert Morris. The military equipments used by Washington in the Braddock cam paign are shown in a glass case. The only interesting thing in the New York Room, not a Washington relic, is an old British flag that belonged to General Grant. It is red silk, and so very old that it is quite in tatters, and to preserve it the Regents have had it mounted on plush and framed.

The Washington family dining-room is now the South Carolina Room. The side board in this room is a veritable relic, used by Washington and his wife at Mount Ver- non. It was presented by the wife of Gen eral Robert E. Lee, who wished it to go back in its original place.

Perhaps the most interesting relics in the house are those in the sleeping-chambers. " Lafayette's Room" has still the original four-poster, with heavy tester and hangings, and the desk and dressing-table, which served the marquis on his visits to the Washington family. The room of Nellie Custis has in it a quaint and beautiful chair which came 230

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over with Lord Baltimore, and the mirror at which she made her toilet and the steps by which she climbed into her lofty, cur tained bed are still in their old places. In another room is a curious candlestick of Mrs. Washington's, an upright rod support ing a sliding cross-beam, in each end of which is a brass candlestick, the base of which, a tripod, rests upon the floor. How ever, the interest of the whole house centres in the room where Washington died, and in which the years have wrought no change. The bed in which he breathed his last holds its old place, and beside it is the light-stand, on which are the rings left by his medicine- glasses, unchanged since that day. The secretary at which he wrote, the hair-covered trunk in which he carried his possessions, the surveyor's tripod he had used, the cloak he threw about his shoulders when he went over the farm, the leathern chair in which he sat, are all there ; and standing in that room one comes closer to the living presence of Washington than in any other place on earth.

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Mount Vernon to Alexandria, the quiet riverside hamlet which knew Washington as townsman and neighbor. Man and town came into active life together, for it was while Washington was passing from child hood into youth at Mount Vernon that the hamlet of Belhaven grew into the shire town of Alexandria.

Young George rode into town almost daily when at Mount Vernon, and when, his days as a surveyor ended, he was commissioned major in the colonial militia and appointed adjutant of the frontier district, he estab lished his head-quarters at Alexandria, from this centre organizing the militia of the bor der counties, selecting drill-masters for the officers, attending and regulating musters, and thus slowly yet surely developing that command of detail and talent for organiza tion which five-and-twenty years later trans formed on Boston Heights a crude militia into a Continental army. From Alexandria, in April, 1754, a little army of one hundred and fifty men, with Washington at their head, marched off into the wilderness, with their faces turned towards the Ohio River. 232

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In August the remnant came back from the campaign. They had been forced to sur render to the French at Fort Necessity, but had marched out with the honors of war. They went into camp at Alexandria, await ing orders, and it was at this time an in cident occurred which in its sequel proved that Washington had already not only learned how to command men, but had become master of himself as well.

A bitter and exciting contest was in prog ress for the election of a member for the House of Burgesses. The contestants were Colonel George Fairfax and Mr. Elzey. Washington was a zealous supporter of his friend Fairfax, and in a dispute with a Mr. Payne, who was a small man, but stout hearted and brave, he grossly insulted Payne, who promptly knocked him down with a hickory stick. He was stunned, and recov ered consciousness just in time to prevent serious bloodshed. Several of his subordi nate officers being present, they were about to demolish the Payne party, when he checked his angry comrades. Within a short time the regiment received news in 233

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their camp that their colonel had been knocked down. On they came with a rush into the towrn; but a few words from their commander, assuring them he was not hurt and that he had provoked the punishment he got, induced them to return to their quarters. The next day he sent for Payne, who came expecting serious results, but Washington offered his hand.

"Mr. Payne," said he, "I find I was wrong yesterday, but I wish to be right to day. You have had some satisfaction; and if you think that sufficient, here is my hand. Let us be friends."

Years after the same Mr. Payne had oc casion to visit Mount Vernon. " As I drew near," said he, in narrating the incident, " I felt a rising fear lest he should call to mind the blow I had given him in former days," but Washington met him cordially at the door, led him to the presence of Mrs. Washington, and introduced him. "Here, my dear," said he, " here is the little man you have so often heard me talk of, and who, on a difference between us one day, had the resolution to knock me down, big 234

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as I am. I know you will honor him as he deserves, for I assure you Mr. Payne has the heart of a true Virginian."

It was at Alexandria that, in 1755, Brad- dock, with Washington as aide-de-camp, made ready for his disastrous Western cam paign, the half-built town becoming for the time the centre of British authority in Amer ica. Braddock left Alexandria on April 20 ; on July 9 he fell, and Washington, filling the mountain passes with troops, saved his fel low-colonials from ravishment by the French and Indians. Soon after this came the young colonel's marriage to the widow Custis, his resignation from the militia, the French power in Virginia being now broken, and his election to the House of Burgesses. At the same time he took an active interest in the concerns of the town growing up on the borders of his estate. He was made a member of the town council in 1766, and about the same time built an office in the village, — torn down only a few years be fore the Civil War, — where he transacted his business and met his friends. He was also vestryman of the parish which included 235

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Alexandria, helped to build Christ Church in 1769, and worshipped there until his death.

Following the opening of the Revolution, Washington was, of course, absent from Alexandria for many years, but when he returned from the war at Christmas, 1783, the mayor met him with an address, and thenceforth he never left home on a public mission that kindly official addresses were not exchanged with that functionary and the commonalty. Nor did the burden of weightier duties prevent him from at once resuming a helpful interest in the growth and welfare of the town. As soon as he had time to look into its affairs, he found that the lack of avenues of internal trade and the competition of the low Maryland tariff at Georgetown were crippling Alexan dria. Accordingly, he at once undertook the removal of these obstructions. He helped to organize the Potomac Company, — since merged into the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal Company, — which built locks around the Potomac Falls, and to avoid the discrimination which the lower duties at 236

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Georgetown made against Alexandria, he led the way to the appointment of com missioners from the two States to settle inter-State difficulties. These commission ers met at Alexandria in March, 1785, and agreed to a uniform tariff to be supported by a naval force in the Chesapeake. This was thought to invade the rights of Penn sylvania and Delaware, whose waters emp tied into Chesapeake Bay, and a further conference was invited at Annapolis. Here the delegates discovered that a " more per fect union" was needed, and they called the Constitutional Convention which met at Philadelphia in 1787. Thus Alexandria claims, and rightfully, to be the cradle of the Constitution.

Soon after this, however, the town sunk into the heavy sleep that still locks it in its restful embrace, and looking from the river at its gray-black roofs, gabled, hipped, and gambreled, and covered with shingles put on before the century was young and now warped and moss-grown, or wandering through its ancient streets, cobble-paved and with grass growing all about, one loves to 237

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think that Alexandria has changed but little since Washington saw it for the last time. That was on election day in the late Novem ber of 1/99, and the general, as was his custom, came early to vote. Access to the polls was by a flight of steps outside. These in the year named had become old and shaky, and when Washington reached them, he placed one foot upon them and shook the crazy ascent as if to try its strength. In stantly twenty stout arms, one above the other, grasped the stairway, and a dozen men's shoulders braced it. Nor did a man move until the venerable chief deposited his vote and returned. " I saw his last bow," said one of them in after-years, " and it was more than kingly."

Four weeks later the cold caught during a winter's ride over his estates had done its work, and Washington had become the noblest memory in our history.

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YORKTOWN AND HER NEIGHBORS

THE James, between Richmond and the sea, is a tawny and sluggish stream, fringed with willow and cypress and shut in by low-lying mead and meadow, but it flows through a land rich in memories of a noble and stirring past, — a land where English men first made successful lodgement on New World soil, where amid their rich acres dwelt and ruled those Cavalier planters who were princes in all save the name, and where in later years marched and fought the armies of three great wars. Shirley and Westover, Berkeley and Brandon, — what a quaint and pleasant sound all these names have ! — break the storied way to the site of vanished James town, and thence with historic Williams- burg lying between, it is but little more than a score of miles to Yorktown, scene of Cornwallis's surrender and birthplace of a nation.

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It was on a clear, balmy morning of the early spring that we left Richmond and drifted slowly down the James on the pleas urable pilgrimage that was to end three days later at Yorktown. Soon the spires and roofs of the sloping seven-hilled city fading into the fleecy western sky were lost to view, and the steamer at the end of an1 hour came about abreast of Drewry's Bluff, or Fort Darling, its crest flanked with earth works, now silent, grass-grown, and dis mantled, but thirty-five years ago the chal lenge and menace of the Federal gunboats lying below.

Then Drewry's Bluff also drifted astern, and the boat pushing leisurely ahead passed another reminder of the Civil War, — Dutch Gap, a canal several hundred feet in length, cut by Butler when ascending the river with his gunboats in order to avoid a horseshoe of seven miles. Other interesting memo ries cling to the narrow peninsula thus con verted into an island, for it was here that, in 1612, Sir Thomas Dale laid out a town, defended by palisades and watch-towers, which in honor of the then Prince of Wales 240

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he called the City of Henricus. However, no vestige remains of the city or of the " university" established there in the days when Henricus still gave promise of pros perity and greatness.

A little way below the site of hopeful Sir Thomas's lost village is Varina, — the Aiken's Landing of the Civil War, — where Pocahontas passed a part of her brief mar ried life, and then a halt is made at Shirley, a typical manor-house of the middle colonial period, long the lordly home of the Carter family, whose members, intermarrying with the Byrds, the Wickhams, and the Ran dolphs, played their part, and a worthy one, in the life and history of their time. The olden James River planters built for the future as well as for the present, and Shir ley, although erected before the eighteenth century was born, bears well its weight of years. At once massive and simple in de sign, with foundation-walls from three to four feet in thickness, it is a square, three- storied structure, built of alternating glazed and dull brick, and with sharp-sloping roof cut by dormer-windows. Broad stone steps II. — 16 241

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lead up to the doorways, and spacious por ticoes, one of them rising to the second story, flank the eastern and western sides of the house. Brick was also used in the con struction of the several outbuildings, ar ranged in a hollow square, perhaps for pur poses of defence in case of attack, and even the dovecote, a peak-roofed turret set upon the ground, is of the same durable material. The founder of Shirley — he sleeps be neath a massive tomb in the family burial- ground not far from the mansion — was Ed ward Hill, " Collonel and Commander in Chiefe of the Countys of Charles City and Surrey, Judge of his Majestye's high Court of Admiralty, and Sometime Treasurer of Virginia." His portrait, preserved at Shir ley, shows us a handsome, masterful man clad in crimson velvet, lace, and a flowing peruke, and, if the limner painted true, the charm of physical beauty was also the por tion of his granddaughter, who gave her heart and hand to a member of the Carter family, in whose possession Shirley and its broad acres have ever since remained. The mansion's interior corresponds with its ex- 242

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terior, and its wainscoted walls boast other portraits than those just mentioned. Car ters, Byrds, and Randolphs give silent greet ing to the visitor, nor should mention be omitted of a fine replica of Peale's full-length portrait of Washington standing out against the smoke and tumult of a battle scene. The owners of Shirley take pardonable pride in its history and careful preservation, and with its wide-spreading lawn, its curious box- hedged garden, and its pleasing Old World air, it promises to long remain a rare and eloquent survival of the colonial era.

Across the James from Shirley is City Point, the port of Petersburg, and destined to remain forever celebrated for its part in the Civil War. Here was enacted the clos ing act of the great drama, and there stands on the summit of the steep bluff, at the base of which the Appomattox joins the James, the low, rambling, bullet-riddled house used as head-quarters by General Grant at that time. Near City Point once stood the manor-house of Cawsons, the birthplace of brilliant and hapless John Randolph, whose home in later years we shall come upon at 243

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another stage of our pilgrimage. Caw- sons was destroyed early in the century, but the Randolphs were at one time the owners of vast estates along the James and the Appomattox, and the whole region about City Point is indissolubly bound up with their name.

Westover House, another splendid re minder of colonial Virginia, comes into view soon after passing City Point. The patent of Westover was originally granted to the Pawlet family, and sold by Sir John Pawlet, in 1665, "to Theodore Bland, whose tomb and armorial bearings may still be seen on the estate. From Eland's descendants it passed by purchase to the Byrds, and with the name of Colonel William Byrd, second of that line in America, it is now invariably associated. The first William Byrd was a shrewd young Cheshireman, who secured from the crown a grant of land covering nearly the whole sight of modern Richmond and of Manchester on the opposite bank of the James. There he built for himself a fortified dwelling, which he called Belvidere, and throve so well in his new home that 244

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when he died, in 1704, he left his son and namesake one of the richest men in the colonies.

To this second William Byrd, educated in England and there called to the bar of the Middle Temple, was reserved a brilliant and exceptional career, as courtier, author, trav eller, and patron of the arts, fairly entitling him to high rank among the leaders of his time, and eloquently epitomized in the stately periods of the inscription upon the shaft above his grave in the rear of Westover House. " Eminently fitted," this inscrip tion tells us, " for the service and ornament of his country, he was made Receiver gen eral of his Majesty's revenues here," — an office his father had held before him, — " was thrice appointed publick agent to the Court and ministry of England, and being thirty- seven years a member at last became Presi dent of the Council of this Colony. To all this were added a great elegancy of taste and life, the well-bred gentleman and polite companion, the splendid Oeconomist and prudent father of a family, with the con stant enemy of all exhorbitant power and 245

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hearty friend to the liberties of his coun- try."

Truly a remarkable man to merit an eulo- gium of this sort, but contemporary records prove that Colonel Byrd deserved it. He was thirty years of age when he became master of Westover, where his father had builded and dwelt during the closing years of his life, and, save for occasional absences in England, he resided there until his death in 1744, dispensing a royal hospitality and playing an active and sagacious part in pub lic affairs, ever ready with pen, purse, and brain to serve his king and his province. He was one of the commissioners who, in 1728, fixed the boundary-line between North Carolina and Virginia, and five years later he laid out near his father's little fortress of Belvidere a town " to be called Richmond," thus giving a site and name to Virginia's present capital.

The sprightly Marquis de Chastellux, vis- iting Westover in 1782, wrote of it as " sur passing all other estates on the river in the magnificence of its buildings, the beauty of its situation, and the pleasures of its society," 246

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and the latter-day visitor finds no cause to quarrel with this description. The present mansion, restored in 1749 by the son and namesake of the second William Byrd, is a substantial three-story structure, situated, perhaps, a hundred yards from the river's bank ; fronted by a broad, closely-kept lawn, and with a line of noble trees caressing the dormer-windows of its roof. At each end of the grounds are elaborate gates of ham mered iron, with the arms of the Byrd fam ily curiously inwrought, and there is yet a third gate, above which perch leaden eagles with outstretched wings, larger and more elaborate in decoration, and capable of giv ing entrance to the most ponderous chariot. Everything else is on the same lordly scale. Moreover, by its present proprietor, one of the most successful planters in the State, Westover has been restored to much of its pristine dignity. And what stirring days the old house has seen ! Bacon and his men, bivouacking here on their daring forays against the Indians, ate, drank, slept upon their arms, and rode away; Benedict Ar nold, on his way to capture Richmond, in 247

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1781, landed and slept at Westover, and in the old nursery on the ground-floor Corn- wallis quartered the horses of his troopers, while, during the Civil War, several gen erals of the Union army, notably McClellan, made their head-quarters at the mansion so popular with the soldiers of earlier revolu tions.

As Westover recalls the Byrds, so Ber keley on the north side of the James, and Brandon and Upper Brandon on the south, stand as monuments to the American Har risons. Upper Brandon is still occupied by a representative of the original family, but has never fully recovered from the shocks and ravages of the Civil War. Brandon, erected in 1725, and the birthplace of the first President Harrison, also suffered heav ily in war-time, but is still one of the most delectable nooks in the Old Dominion. It has remained in the Harrison family since its foundation. Fronting a sweep of the James two miles wide, a broad avenue, with an old-fashioned border of box, leads from the house to Brandon wharf. On either side of this avenue is an extensive lawn, 248

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dotted with flowers, shrubs, and trees. In the middle of the irregular brick structure is the oldest part of Brandon House, built of English brick by the father of Colonel Benjamin Harrison, signer of the Declara tion of Independence, and friend of Wash ington. This part is two stories and a half high. Antique dormer-windows are on the top of the slanting roof, and four round brick columns support the roof of the porches, which are of the same height as the two stories, and which ornament both the river and landward entrances to the house. Brandon House took its name from the Duchess of Brandon, friend and kinswoman of the first Harrison of Brandon. Addi tions have been made to the house from time to time. Two wings connected with the main building by long halls, one used as a billiard-room and the other as a tenpin-alley, now constitute the entire house, which con tains fifteen large rooms, and is partly en veloped in a luxuriant growth of ivy.

On entering the house one finds himself in a large square hall hung with stag-horns, rusty old swords, ancient-looking guns, and 249

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other implements of hunting and warfare. This opens on one side to a drawing-room of magnificent proportions; on the other to an equally large dining-room, both filled with handsome old furniture, some of which antedates the Revolution, the sideboard in the dining-room being weighted down with silver of a unique and ancient pattern. Hung in these two rooms are Brandon's rarest treasures, — its family portraits. Some of these are of unusual interest, and several were painted from life by Sir Peter Lely. The collection includes the portraits gath ered by Colonel William Byrd, whose son married a daughter of Benjamin Harrison, which when Westover was sold were con veyed to Brandon. Among these portraits is one of the Duke of Albemarle, painted by Sir Peter Lely; one of Colonel William Byrd, and another of the beautiful Evelyn Byrd, one of Virginia's old-time belles. She was beloved by the Earl of Peter borough, but her father opposed the mar riage, and she died young. Tradition says that her heart was broken. Between her portrait and that of Lady Betty Claypole, 250

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daughter of Oliver Cromwell, hangs a fine portrait of Colonel Benjamin Harrison, taken when he was a delicate, slender-look ing young man.

On the opposite wall is a portrait of Mrs. Benjamin Harrison, who was Miss Anne Randolph, painted by Sir Thomas Law rence. In the dining-room are portraits of Lord Fairfax, Sir Robert Southwell, Sir Robert Walpole, the Duke of Orrery, and the Duchess of Brandon. The walls of both rooms are literally covered with pictures, including besides those mentioned interest ing portraits of many of the Harrisons and Randolphs of past generations. The library is in one wing of the house, and contains a large collection of rare books. The Byrd Memoirs in manuscript, beautifully bound, give almost a complete history of early Vir ginia, and a turning of their quaintly- worded pages is one of the many pleasures that falls to the lot of the pilgrim so fortunate as to become the guest of the present gracious mistress of Brandon House.

Our river journey had fit ending at the site of ancient Jamestown, on what was once 251

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a peninsula, but is now an island in the James. At the present time all that remains of the first successful English colony in America are a neglected graveyard and the crumbling walls of a ruined church, but the charm Jamestown still holds for the vis itor is unique and lasting. The little church now in ruins was built in 1609. Here often came to worship Captain John Smith, Ad miral of New England and doughty slayer of Turks, and those hopeful yet unruly fol lowers whom he taught to earn their bread by the sweat of their brows, and within its walls pious Robert Hunt, the first English- speaking missionary to preach the gospel of Christ in America, — let his name be ever honored ! — joined the " good and blessed" Pocahontas in wedlock to the young and handsome planter, John Rolfe. Privations overcame Hunt, and he died three years after he landed with Smith at Jamestown, but the church of which he was the first pastor continued to be used as a house of worship until the civil war which ended in the execution of Charles I., during which, together with Jamestown, it fell into the 252

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hands of Bacon and his rebel followers, and was fired, though not totally destroyed.

All about the site of vanished Jamestown Nature for two centuries has been slowly yet steadily reclaiming her own. Not far from the ruined church we came upon a few old slabs which mark the resting-place of some of the Jamestown pioneers, most of whom died during the first twenty years of the colony's history. These stones, moss- grown and black with age, have been cracked and riven by the roots of the trees spreading under them, and with the inscriptions, save in one or two instances, no longer legible, serve only to add to the romance of the place.

A little way from this burial-ground is the only other remaining relic of Jamestown, — the great house built by Sir William Ber keley, and now the home of the owner and postmistress, as she is also the sole white inhabitant of Jamestown Island. In this house Berkeley lived for thirty years as royal governor, and here, like the narrow-minded and self-satisfied bigot that he was, he sat down, and thanking God that there were 253

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no printing-presses in America, beseeched Him that none might be suffered to enter for centuries to come. Berkeley was driven from his home by Bacon and his men, and came near falling a victim to the progressive spirit against which he had fought and prayed, but in the end he reestablished his government at Williamsburg, and Charles II., in staying all too tardily the bloody hands of the old man's blind revenge, cyni cally declared that the governor had hanged more men in the Virginia wilderness for abetting Bacon than he himself had put to death for the murder of his father, Charles I. Other shades than those of Smith and Berkeley haunt this island of Jamestown. " There were brave men before Agamem non," and it is now known that eighty years before the arrival of the English it was the site of an attempted settlement by the Span iards. Recent researches in the royal li brary at Simancas in Spain have disclosed that in the summer of 1526 one Lucas Vas- quez de Ayllon, a Spanish captain who " as pired to the glory of discovering some new land and making it the seat of a prosperous 254

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colony," sailed from San Domingo with three large ships and six hundred persons of both sexes, and, after touching on what is now the South Carolina shore, entered and proceeded up the James. Fifty miles from its mouth he landed, and on the future site of Jamestown founded a settlement which he christened San Miguel de Guan- dope. But ill-luck from the first attended the venture. De Ayllon died in October, 1626; his followers mutinied against their new commander, and the colony was speed ily abandoned. Less than a quarter of the colonists in the end regained the island of San Domingo. The rest had died of fever, cold, and privation. The tender carrying De Ayllon's body foundered at sea, and the ocean rolls above the resting-place of the adventurer whose keel had tracked its waters in profitless quest of wealth, fame, and honors.

Leaving Jamestown Island, where our stay had been made doubly pleasant by the generous welcome of its owner, we crossed to the north shore, and took carriage for the drive over a cool forest road to Williams- 255

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burg, — long the colonial capital of Virginia and the site of old William and Mary Col lege. It is hardly too much to say of it that it is the most charmingly antique town in America, — certainly it is the most charming in the Old Dominion. Duke of Gloucester is the name of the main street of the village, which broadens at its centre into an open square called Court-House Green, where stands an ancient temple of justice, modelled by the graceful hand of Sir Christopher Wren, and surrounded by fine colonial resi dences, among them those of John Randolph and Beverly Tucker, and Chancellor Wythe's old house, where his wicked nephew poi soned him. Farther up Duke of Glouces ter Street is another square — Palace Green — faced by other historic mansions, includ ing the old palace of the royal governors and the house used by Washington as his head-quarters just before the siege of York- town.

Nearly opposite to Palace Green is the powder-magazine of colonial days, in ap pearance very like the Martello towers at Quebec, save that it is octagonal instead of 256

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round. It is called the " Powder-Horn," and was built by Sir Alexander Spotswood, the deputy or lieutenant of George Hamilton, Earl of Orkney, governor and commander- in-chief of the colony. There had been great rejoicing in the colony when Governor Spotswood arrived, because he brought with him the habeas corpus act. This act had been refused by the governors at times when their deputies had taken it on themselves to exercise it on their own authority. So it was a matter of rejoicing when a deputy came bringing it in his own name. How ever, it was not long before there was an open quarrel between Spotswood and the House of Burgesses, because they would not grant certain money that he asked for neces sary defence. Two years later, having gained the confidence of the people by his wise measures, the Assembly granted him all he asked, and in 1714 the statute was passed ordering the erection of the maga zine.

Sixty years later the " Powder-Horn" be came the scene of the first overt act of the Revolution. In the winter of 1775, when II.— 17 257

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the clouds of war were gathering thick and fast, a plan was formed by the royal author ities to disarm all the colonies. In pursuit of this plan, on the night of April 20, 1775, a number of marines, who had been con cealed in the palace at Williamsburg, moved the powder from the magazine to the " Mag dalen," a man-of-war on the James River. The removal of the powder was discovered by the citizens early in the morning. Duke of Gloucester Street was crowded at once, and threats were made. A deputation was sent to the palace demanding the return of the powder. They found the place in a state of defence, many arms lying around. Lord Dunmore, the governor, gave some untruthful excuse, and pledged his honor that if the powder was needed in Williams- burg it should be returned in half an hour. The news of the removal of the powder spread like wildfire. Patrick Henry raised three hundred men, " Hanover Volunteers," and marched towards Williamsburg, their numbers increasing as they went. Dun- more was obliged to go to meet them and

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to compromise the matter by paying for the powder.

The House of Burgesses assembled on June i, 1775. Lord Dunmore made a polite address and presented Lord North's " Con ciliatory Plan." A committee was appointed to report upon it, and Thomas Jefferson was selected to write the report. Suddenly, from a most unexpected quarter, on June 5, came a sound that ended all discussion. On that night some young men went to the maga zine to procure arms. Lord Dunmore had before this delivered up the keys of the magazine. They unlocked the door, and as they pushed it open it pulled a concealed cord that discharged a spring-gun. Three of the young men were wounded. The As sembly was aroused to intense excitement. Persons were officially appointed to examine the magazine. It was done cautiously, and under the floor several barrels of powder were found buried. Duke of Gloucester Street was again crowded by excited citi zens, and again threats were made. Before the day dawned Lord Dunmore and family had fled to the man-of-war " Fowey" at 259

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Yorktown, never to return to Williamsburg, and the disputed powder, seized without de lay by the colonists, was put to use in the war that followed, while Patrick Henry was speedily installed in Dunmore's place as the first governor of the State of Virginia.

Turning from the " Powder-Horn," now owned and kept in repair by the women of Williamsburg, the next place of interest reached in our leisurely ramble down Duke of Gloucester Street was the ancient, ivy-hidden church of Bruton parish, — the oldest Prot estant house of worship in use in America. It is built in shape of a cross, and was planned by Sir Christopher Wren. It stands in the midst of a beautiful grove of elms, sur rounded by tombs and monuments of the dead, as if dreaming of the faded glories of the past. Williamsburg people tell you that Queen Anne went to see the bell for its tower cast and threw her silver ornaments in the molten bronze. Many curious things are seen in and near this old church. In a house across the Green are kept the com munion services given by Queen Anne and George III., and in the church itself is 260

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placed the font which held the water into which the minister dipped his fingers when he baptized Pocahontas. In its floor are tablets over graves showing that lords, dukes, knights, and chancellors are resting there, among them a modern slab to the memory of the Confederates who were killed in the battle of Williamsburg. " They died for us" it is here declared. Theodore Win- throp, of Massachusetts, it will be remem bered, fell in that battle, and his body rested for several years in Bruton church-yard, among the graves of colonial worthies whom Virginians still delight to honor.

At the end of Duke of Gloucester Street stands the restored and lately reopened Wil liam and Mary College. The second college in America, Harvard having been the first, it was chartered in 1691, Queen Mary per suading her husband to endow it with two thousand pounds per year in money, twenty thousand acres of land, and one penny per pound upon all the tobacco exported from Maryland and Virginia, together with all the fees and profits arising from the office of surveyor-general, which was to be con- 261

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trolled by the president and faculty. In 1698 the college building, planned by Wren, was finished and the new seat of learning named William and Mary, in honor of the generous king and queen. For many years thereafter it was the centre of intellectual life in the Old Dominion. Three Presidents were graduated within its walls and one chief-justice, and many other distinguished men can claim it as their alma mater.

The college buildings were burned in 1705. They were rebuilt at once, but were burned again and again, the last time in 1862. However, the fires that have afflicted the college buildings have spared the famous college statue, and it stands serenely in the middle of the college green. Norborne Berkeley, Baron de Botetourt, governor- general of Virginia, arrived at Hampton Roads, eight weeks out from Portsmouth, in October, 1768, and so pleased the peo ple of the colony that they soon after wards erected a marble statue to him in front of the college. It represents him in court dress with a short sword by his side, and, although it has suffered some degree 262

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of mutilation, it still is a fine specimen of the sculptor's art. William and Mary dur ing the last half -century has had a checkered history. Some years ago it had dwindled to proportions that threatened its speedy death, but more recently has taken new lease of life, and now promises a long future of usefulness.

At the other end of Duke of Gloucester Street, one mile distant from the college, is the site of the old House of Burgesses. Nothing is left of it save the foundation of bricks and masses of broken plaster from its walls. It was here that Henry's eloquence competed with Otis' s at Boston for the rank of first orator of the Revolution, and it was here occurred a most interesting episode in the life of Washington. For faithful per formance of public duties the House of Bur gesses voted him a splendid sword and belt, and they were presented by Edmund Ran dolph, then president of the House, in an eloquent and impressive speech, which so overcame young Washington that in his effort to reply he could not utter a word. Randolph came to his rescue. " Sit down, 263

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Mr. Washington," said he, " your modesty is only equalled by your bravery, and that very far surpasses any words I have to ex press it."

Close to the site of the old Capitol is the famous Red Lion Hotel, a long building with hip-roof and dormer-windows, now far gone in the process of decay. Near by is the site of the Raleigh Tavern, which Wil- liamsburg people say was a grand place. Nothing can now be seen of this famous old tavern except the foundation of the massive pillars which supported its piazza, it having been pulled down years ago and a large brick store built upon the site. It was in the ball room of this Raleigh Tavern that Patrick Henry made his great speech denouncing British wrongs placed upon her colonies, and in its delivery won for himself a place among the master orators of all time.

Those were Williamsburg's palmiest days, but when the capital was moved to Rich mond in 1779 the town's glory was taken from it. Yet it has not suffered decay. Indeed, it has accomplished one of the most difficult things in the life of man or town, 264

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for it has fallen gracefully into mossy age. Beauty and quiet now brood over it, and we found a single afternoon of spring all too short a time to idle among its ancient houses or linger under the stately elms that give graceful shade to Court and Palace Greens, but time pressed, and under the mellow glow of a westering sun we left Williamsburg behind us and took to the winding road, which ere night came on led us to the broad estuary of the York River and to Yorktown, another sleepy old village that seems by some miracle to have escaped the influence of the nineteenth century.

Little York, now nearing the end of its second century of existence, was never a populous place even when it thrived the most, but it was the political and trading centre of one of the eight boroughs into which Virginia was originally divided, and during the sixty years immediately preceding the Revolution an influential factor in the direction of affairs. The town's first settler was Thomas Nelson, a canny Scotch trader, who established there a store which for two generations yielded to those called by his 265

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name a never-ending harvest of golden guineas. This store was destroyed during the war of 1812, but the custom-house where the Nelsons' goods were entered — it was, it is said, the first of its kind erected in America — still stands near the water front, with moss-covered roof, thick walls, and massive oaken doors and shutters.

Less than a stone's throw away stands the dwelling, with its lofty chimneys and solid walls, builded by Scotch Tom when riches had come to him with age, after which he died and was buried, — his tomb remains one of the notable relics of the village, — but not until he had founded a family from which issued in the third generation General Thomas Nelson, one of the most brilliant of that body of great men who stand a splen did cluster of stars against the early dawn of the country's history. This Thomas Nel son, third of the name, though educated at Eton and Cambridge, when the Revolu tion came joined the side of the ultra pa triots, was a conspicuous member of all the decisive conventions, and as a delegate to that of 1776 signed the great Declaration. 266

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Finally, in 1780, he succeeded Henry as governor of his State, with almost dicta torial power to manage both her military and civil policy. " His popularity was un bounded," says the historian, and, he might have added, so were the general's patriotism and generosity, for when, Virginia's credit being low, money was wanted to pay the troops and run the government, Nelson bor rowed millions on his personal security and went on; and again, when regiments mu tinied and refused to march, he raised money and paid them, although in so doing he wrecked his own and his children's fortunes. Recalling the career of this uncommon man, one rejoices that the triumphant close of the seven years' struggle in which he bore so fine a part was pitched at the place most closely associated with his name and fame. The story of what happened at York- town in the fall of 1781 grows more lus trous with the years. Only a few months before the patriot cause had seemed a doubt ful if not a hopeless one. The army of the South had been defeated and driven back into Virginia, only by forced marches es- 267

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caping complete destruction; Virginia, the backbone of the Revolution, had been swept by two invasions; and Cornwallis with his army was marching triumphantly through her borders, trying by every means he could devise to bring his only opponent, the youth ful Lafayette, to an engagement. Had the French officer proved as reckless as the Brit ish commander believed him, the end would have come before De Grasse with his fleet anchored in the Chesapeake. He was no novice in the art of war, however, and at length Cornwallis, wearied of trying to catch him, retired to Yorktown, and intrenching himself, awaited reinforcements from the North.

It was at this critical moment that kindly Providence directed the French admiral to the Virginia coast, and Washington, find ing himself possessed of a force such as he had never hoped for in his wildest dreams, and knowing that he could count on the new reinforcements for only a few weeks, re solved to put his fate to the touch and win if possible by a single bold cast of the die. Accordingly, he withdrew from New York 268

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and came down to Jersey as if to get near his ovens, a move which so misled the Brit ish commander that he did not suspect its ulterior object until he learned that the pa triot army was well on its way to Virginia. In the last days of September the American commander arrived before Yorktown and began a siege memorable for the bravery and determination with which it was prose cuted.

The expected relief did not come to Corn- wallis, and ere the end of the third week his troops marched out with cased colors, prisoners of war. A monument, unveiled with imposing ceremonies some years ago, now marks the spot where this event took place, and a short way from the town still stands the old weather-beaten mansion known as the Moore House, in the sitting- room of which were drawn up the arti cles of capitulation of the British army. This house, now tenantless and falling into decay, was historical even then, for it had been the country residence of Governor Spotswood, who, as the great Marlborough's aide-de-camp, had carried the news of Blen- 269

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heim to England, and who later had come to the Old Dominion to rule it for a time with a soldier's courage and decision and the foresight of a statesman able to see be yond the fret of small minds over little things.

The Nelson House, used by Cornwallis as his head-quarters during the last days of the siege, after his first had been shelled to pieces, still bears the iron scars made by the American cannon, pointed at it by order of General Nelson, who when told that the British general was lodged there, offered five guineas to the gunners for every shot which should strike it. Otherwise it is well preserved ; and what a glorious company of shades haunt its high wainscoted rooms! Washington and Mason and Jefferson re ceived cordial welcome from its master, while Lafayette, returning in his old age, the honored and revered guest of the mighty nation he had helped to create, slept here and added another to the many associations which already surrounded the mansion.

Growth and activity went out from York- town along with the patriot troopers, and 270

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to-day, with its few old brick houses scat tered among modern shanties, it is the sleep iest of sleepy villages, — a place where modest poverty dwells content and strife and hurry are alien things. Peaceful be its slumbers amid green and quiet fields, for it has well earned the rest that is the right of honored age.

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INDEX

Abercrombie, General, head quarters of, i. 117, 120

Accomac, county of, ii. 15 county seat of, ii. 19

Acker, Woolfert, i. 147

Adams, John, ii. 53, 65

inauguration of, ii. 72, 73

Adams, Samuel, ii. 53, 65

Agnew, General, ii. 70

Aiken's Landing, ii. 141

Albany, a journey to, i. 220 a rendezvous, i. 120 Broadway in, i. 116 from New York to, i. 142 settlement of, i. 111-113

Albemarle, Duke of, ii. 250

Alexandria, ii. 179, 206 centre of British authority,

ii- 235

growth of, ii. 236, 237 head-quarters at, ii. 232 incident in camp at, ii, 233 Washington votes in, ii. 238

Algonquins, i. 174 dwelling-place of, i. 209

Allen, William, ii. 51

Alps, i. 131

Alston, Washington, i. '217, 218

Alva, i. 212

Amana, ii. 173

community of, ii. 196-205

Amsterdam, Golden's yard

in, i.

Anastasia, Sister. Tabea, Sister.

II—lS

See

Andr6, Major, tragedy of, i.

153, 154, 237-239 Annapolis, i. 83 and Philadelphia, travel

between, ii. 40 conference at, ii. 237 Anne, Queen, i. 134, 176 ; ii.

53, 260

Anthony, Captain, ii. 30 Anthony's Nose, i. 158, 223 Anti-rent war, i. 113-115 Appomattox, ii. 243 Arlington, ii. 12, 13, 19 Armstrong, John, i. 125

old home of, i. 132 Arnold, Benedict, i. 80, 153

army of, i. 197, 237 ; ii. 24 Arthur, Chester A., last

home of, i. 95 Asbury, i. 136 Assateague, ii. 20 Astor, John Jacob, i. 89 last home of, i. 97 Audubon, i. 106, 107 Audubon mansion, changes

in, i. 108 first telegraph used in,

i. 107

Audubon Park, i. 106, 107 Auriesville, i. 176 history of, i. 178

Babylon, i. 66

"Bachelor," the* barque, i.

Bacon, ii. 247, 254 Baden, ii. 156

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INDEX

Baerren Island, i. 112 Baker, R. L., 182 Ball, Nicholas, i. 32, 33 Baltimore, ii. 24 Baltimore, Lord, ii. 37 Bancroft, George, i. 28, 132 Bard, Samuel, Dr., i. 170 Bartram, John, a botanist, ii. 62,63

garden of, ii. 60, 61 ouse of, ii. 59 Bartram, William, ii. 60 Battery, the, i. 77

northern boundary of, i.

81

promenade, i. 79 visitors to, i. 80 Baumeler, Joseph, ii. 190,

191, 194

marries, ii. 195 Baxter, Philip, odd agree ment Of, ii. 220, 221

Baylor's Cavalry, ii. 16 Beecher, Lyman, i. 57 Beekman, Gerard D., Gen eral, i. 154

Behring Strait, ii. 156. Beissel, Conrad (Father Friedsam), confession to, ii. 127

death of, ii. 128, 131, 135 doctrine of, ii. 123 founds Order, ii. 119-121 hymns of, ii. 124, 125 Belhaven, ii. 232 Bell House, the old, ii. 147 Bellomont, , Lord, i. 25, 26,

27

Belvidere, fortress of, ii. 246 Bensons, ii. 44 Berkeley, ii. 239, 248 Berkeley, William, Sir,

house of, ii. 253 revenge of, ii. 254 Berkeley, Norborne, Baron

de Botetourt, ii. 262 Berlin, ii. 22 Bethania, ii. 122 at the present, ii. 131, 133

Bethlehem, ii. 155 Christmas celebration at,

ii. 170-172

community, ii. 143, 144 Moravian buildings in, ii.

H5-I47 settlement of, ii. 139, 140,

142

Bjork, ii. 44 Black Horse Tavern, i. 156,

157

Bland, Theodore, ii. 244 Block, Adrian, i. 32 Block Island, centre, i. 37-39

description of, i. 30, 31

double-ender, i. 34-36

heading for, i. 29

history of, i. 32-34

legends, i. 42-44

wrecks, i. 41 Block Islanders, i. 44 Blockley Hill, ii. 49 Bloomingdale Road, i. 143 Boehme, ii. 190, 197 Bohemia, i. 137 Bonaparte, Jerome, i. 80 Bordley, John Beale, ii. 32,

33 Bordley, Margaret Chew, ii.

32 Boston, i. 21, 140

heights, ii. 232

turnpike, i. 172 Botta, Vincenza, Madame, i.

65

Bowery, i. 78 Bowling Green, i. 77-79 Bowne, John, i. 73 house of, i. 74 Braddock, i. 86

campaign of, ii. 235 Brandon, ii. 248 Brandon, Duchess of, ii. 249,

251 Brandon House, iii. 249

family portraits of, ii.

250, 251 Brant, Joseph, picture of, i. 134, 192

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INDEX

Brandywine, battle of, ii. 16,

63, 83, 84, 90 Breakneck Hill, i. 143 Brick Meeting-House, Old,

ii. 98, 100, 101 Bridgehampton, i. 56 Bridgewater, Duke of, i.

Brinley, Grissell. See Syl vester, Grissell (Brinley), Mrs.

Bristol, ii. 75, 76 Bristol Channel, ii. 28 British officer, disinterment

of a, i. 144 Broad Street, i. 79 Broadway, i. 78, 81, 143 post road called, i. 144,

145 t Bronx, the, i. 137

Brooklyn, i. 67

Bruton Church, ii. 260, 261

Bryant, Fanny, grave of, i.

72, 73 Bryant, William Cullen, i.

65 * • grave of, i. 72, 73

home of, i. 71, 72 Buffalo, ii. 197 Bunker Hill, ii. 209 Burgoyne, i. 120, 121 descends on New York, i.

192

Burns, heroine of, i. 150 Burr, Aaron, 170

a protege of, i. 217 marriage of, i. 90-92, 121 Burr, Theodosia, i. 91 Burton, William E., house :

once owned by, i. 99 Butler, Pennsylvania, ii. 174,

175

Byrd, Evelyn, ii. 250 Byrd family, ii. 241, 244, 247,

248

Byrd, William, ii. 244 Byrd, William (second),

Colonel, ii. 244-246 son of, ii. 247

Caesar, story of the slave, i.

California, gold in, ii. 156,

157

Calvert, Leonard, Sir, ii. 37 Calvert, Quaker village of,

ii. 92, 98-102 Calverts, the, ii. 36, 38 Calvinists, ii. 108 Cambrjan Hills, ii. 28 Cambridge, ii. 25, 26 Campbell, Major, i. 161 Canada, i. 175

missionaries from, i. 179 Canajoharie, i. 188, 189, 190 Carey sisters, i. 65 Carolina, North, i. 66 Carpenter Mansion, ii. 49 Carter family, the, ii. 241 Carthagena, ii. 211 Gary, Sally, ii. 214 Castle Garden, i. 79, 80 Catholics, ii. 108 Catskill, town of, i. 209

soldiers of, i. 212, 214,

217

Catskills, i. 173, 207 Cawsons' manor-house, ii.

243

Cayugas, i. 175 Cazenovia, i. 176, 198, 200,

201

Cedarcraft, ii. 96, 97 Cedarmere, i. 71, 72 Cemetery, East Hampton, i.

18

Centreville, ii. 39

Charles I., ii. 254

wife of, ii. 30

Charles XII., ii. 45, 49, 254 " Chasseur," the privateer,

ii. 28

Chatham Square, i. 78 Chatham Street, i. 78 Chenango County, i. 200 Chesapeake, ii. 9, 12, 24

naval force in the, ii. 237

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INDEX

Chester, i. 140, ii. 39 Chester County, ii. 90 Chester, Quaker village, ii.

79, 92

Chester, the, ii. 36 Chestertown, ii. 39, 40, 41 Chew House, fight in, ii. 69,

70

Chew, Philemon, ii. 32 Chew, Samuel, ii. 32, 33 Chews, the, ii. 33 Chincoteague, island of, ii.

19, 20

ponies of, n. 21, 22, 24 Chincoteague Sound, ii.

20 Choir, Great Girls', ii. 146

Single Brethren's, ii. 145

Single Sisters', ii. 145,

H7

Widows', ii. 147 Choptank, the, ii. 25, 26 Christ Church (Philadel phia), ii. 53, 54 chimes of. ii. 55 Christian Street, ii. 47 Christina, Queen, de spatches expedition, ii. 43,

44 Christmas Eve, Moravian

celebration of, ii. 140 Church, Colonel, i. 115 City Point, ii. 243, 244 Claiborne, William, claims

Kent Island, ii. 36 defeat of, ii. 37 influence of, ii. 38 Claverack, i. 172 Clay Head, i. 43 Claypole, Betty, Lady, ii.

250 Clermont, i. 123, 129, 130

house at, i. 132 " Clermont," steamboat, i.

124, 142 Clinton, i. 80 Clinton, Cornelia, i. 173 Clinton, Fort, i. 221, 232,

233

Clinton, Governor, gives

dinner, i. 83, 158 signs documents, i. 169,

173, 2J3 Clinton, Henry, Sir, attack

led by, i. 157, 158, 233 Clinton, James, i. 158, 233 Cocalico, ii. 120, 131 Cole, Thomas, death of, i.

217

house of, i. 216 Collin, Hannah, ii. 46 Collin, Nicholas, ii. 46 Colonial Assembly, ii. 50

Congress, First, meeting

of the, ii. 64-68 Columbia and Dutchess

Counties, i. 122 Columbia County, i. 149, 159,

234

Columbia River, ii. 156 Columbia University. See

King's College Committee of Five, i. 123

of One Hundred, i. 123

of Safety, i. 164, 211

patriot, i. 21

Community of True Inspira tion, ii. 202

Congregation House, ii. 147 Congress, ii. 158

Continental, i. 123 ; ii. 57, 208, 219, 223

Provincial, first, i. 123

Stamp Act, ii. 123 Conkling, Jeremiah, i. 28 Conkling, Roscoe, i. 28 Connecticut, new plantation

of, i. 15 Connecticut River, attempt

to swim across the, i. 47 Connecticut shore, i. 66, 67 Connecticut, view of, i. 106 Conowingo Hills, ii. 92 Constitutional Convention,

ii. 237

Continental Army, ii. 83, 84 Continental Village, the, i.

161, 162

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INDEX

Coombe, Mr., Rev., ii. 54 Ccoper Grounds, the, i.

203 Cooper, James Fennimore, i.

58 Cooper, Peter, house of, i.

98

praises view, i. 205 Cooperstown, i. 204 Copley, the artist, i. 28 Cornwall, i. 222, 229-231 Cornwallis, i. 80 ; ii. 16

at Westover, ii. 248

surrender of, ii. 209, 239,

268, 269

Cortlandt Street, i. 143 Counts of Isenburg and

Wittgenstein, ii. 108 Courland, ducal house of, i.

133 Courland in Russia, Dukes

of, i. 134

Court-House Green, ii. 256 Cowboys, i. 136, 144, 148, 152,

154

Cowingo Creek, ii. 103 Crisfield, oyster town of, ii. 22-24

railroad from, ii. 25 Cromwell, Oliver, ii. 251 Crosby, Enoch, career of, i.

162-166 Croton River, i. 133, 1.7,7, 144,

157

Croton, the Sachem, i. 135

Crozier, William Penn, ii. 76

Cumniington, i. 71

Custis, Daniel Parke, Colo nel, ii. 215

Custis family, ii. 12

Custis, George Washington Parke, ii. 209

Custis, John, tomb of, ii. 12, 13

Custis, Martha, Mrs. See Washington, Martha, Mrs.

Custis, Nelly, ii. 72 room of, ii. 230

Dale, Thomas, Sir, ii. 240, Danube, i. 131, 190 Darling, Fort, ii. 239 De Ayllon, Lucas Vasques,

ii. 254, 255

Decatur, Stephen, ii. 22 De Chastellux, Marquis, ii.

246

Declaration of Indepen dence, i. 123, 124 Defoe, Daniel, ii. 101, 102 De Grasse, ii. 268 De Lancey family, i. 82 De Lancey, Oliver, i. 82 De Lanceys, the, 204 De Lauzun, Duke, i. 135 Delaware and Pennsylvania,

rights of, ii. 237 Delaware Bay, ii. 9, 20 Delaware County, insurrec tion in, i. 115

Delaware, on the, ii. 75, 76 De Leon, Count. See Mil ler, Bernard De Manduit, Chevalier, ii.

70

Depau Row, i. 97 De Rochambeau, i. 135 De Warville, Brissot, ii. 220 Dies, John, Major, i. 215 Dies, Madam, i. 215 Dies's Folly, i. 215, 216 Dinsmore, William B., i. 169 Di Paoli, Pasquale, General,

ii. 92

Dixon, George W., ii. 155 Dixon Memorial Hall, ii. 154,

155

Dobb's Ferry, i. 145, 146, 153 Dongan, Governor, i. 20, 122,

133 . Downing, Jack, Major. See

Smith, Seba Drewry's Bluff, ii. 240 Drummondtown, ii. 19 Drumore township, ii. 103 Duane Street, i. 81

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INDEX

Duke of Gloucester Street,

ii. 256, 258-261 Duke's Hotel, or " old stone

house," i. 168

Dunkers, baptism, ii. 115- 118

celebration of the Last Supper, ii. 113, 114

creed of, ii. no

dress and customs of, ii. in

elections, ii. 118

founding of the, ii. 108, 109

ideal, ii. 112

secessions from the, ii. 119 Dunmore, Lord, ii. 15, 258

flight of, ii. 259 Duss, John S., Elder, ii. 182,

185, 187, 189

Dutch and Huguenots, set tlement of, i. 207 Dutch Gap, ii. 239, 240 Dutch settlements, i. in Dutch West India Company,

i. 78, 79, 112

East and West Indies, ii. 28 Easter, ii. 18 Eastern Bay, ii. 36 Eastern Shore, ii. 9, 10, 12 berry culture, ii. 25, 36,

bygone era of the, ii. 13,

H

churches, ii. 38-40, 41 exploration, ii. 19 Maryland section of, ii.

15 present condition of, ii.

17, 18

regiment, ii. 16 East Green bush, i. 173 Easthampton, i. 18, 57-60 Easton, ii. 26

vessels of, ii. 27, 28 East River, i. 81, 103 Eastville, ii. 9, 10, 12, 19

Eben-Ezer, ii. 198

Echerlin, Israel, ii. 120

Economy, burials at, ii. 182 customs of, Ii. 184-186 dissensions, ii. 176-179 founded, ii. 173, 176 sacrament at, ii. 187-189 watchman of, ii. 180

Elizabeth, Queen, ii. 102, 104, 105

Elsa," master of the, i. 45

Elzey, Mr., ii. 233

Emmet, Robert, i. 169

Emmett, William, i. 169

Endicott, John, i. 32

Ephrata, ii. 107, 108 brotherhood, ii. 120, 123 buildings in, ii. 120, 121 conventual life, ii. 124-127 latter days of, ii. 131, 132,

138

monastic life, ii. 120-123 music of, ii. 134, 153 printing-press of, ii. 122, 133

Episcopal Church organ ized, ii. 54

Ericsson, John, house of, i. 98, 99

Erie, ii. 88

Erskine, Lord, i. 51

Esopus, i. 219

Evans, Oliver, ii. 103

Fairfax, Anne, ii. 211 Fairfax, Bryan, ii. 219 Fairfax, George William, ii.

214, 233

Fairfax, Lord, i. 48, 251 Fairmount Park, ii. 48 Fanning, Lord, i. 63, 135 Fanning, Lydia, Lady, i. 63,

64 Farragut, Admiral, house of,

i. 197 Fauntleroy, Betsy, ii. 214

278

INDEX

" Feast of the Roses," ii. 92,

106 Fifth and Arch Streets, bury-

ing-ground at, ii. 55 Fillmore, Mrs., i. 121 Fireplace, i. 22 First City Troop of Phila delphia, ii. 88

settler, the ideal, i. 19 Fisher's Island, i. 49

history of, i. 45, 46 Fishkill, i. 162

churches in, i. 165, 229

Mountains, i. 162 Fleet, English, capture of, i.

78

Fleury, Colonel, i. 236 Floyd, Betsy, Miss, courtesy

of, i. 63, 64 courting of, i. 63, 64 Floyd family, inheritance of

the, i. 63

Floyd, Mrs., i. 63, 64 Flushing, i. 49, 73-75 Fontainebleau, chairs from,

i. 101

Fordham, i. 104 Forest, Edwin, and his

house, i. 99-103 Forest, Mrs., i. 101, 102 Fort Amsterdam, i. 77

Clinton, i. 158, 161, 233

Dayton, rendezvous at, i.

192 road leading to, i. 193

George, i. 212

Hill, i. 15

Johnson, i. 184

Lee, i. 88, 107

Montgomery, i. 158, 161, 233

Necessity, 11. 233

Orange, i. in, 112, 132

Schuyler, ii. 69

Schuyler (Stanwix), siege

of, i. 191-194, 197 trail to, i. 198

Ticonderoga, i. 117

Van Renssalaer, i. 188

Fort Washington, i. 87, 89; ii. 83

Forts Clinton and Mont gomery, conflict at, i. 233,

234, 235

Founders, Dutch and Puri tan, i. 73

Fox, George, in Flushing, i.

73, 74 preaches to Indians, i.

48 France, mission to, i. 124; ii.

27

Frankford, ii. 47 Frankfort-on-the-Main, ii.

177 Franklin, Benjamin, i. 40,

135

grave of, 11. 55 incidents in the life of,

ii. 57, 58, 60 institutions of, ii. 56 Franklin County, ii. 134 Franklin, Mrs., i. 40 Fraunces, Samuel, i. 82-84 Fraunces Tavern, i. 82

building and repairs of,

i. 84, 85

Long Room of, i. 83, 85 Fredericksburg, ride from,

ii. 211 Washington houses in, ii.

206-210 Fremont, John C., General,

i- 154 Freys, manor-house of the,

i. 187-189

Freys, the, i. 187, 189 Friedsam, Father. See Con rad Beissel Friesland, i. 137 Front Street, New York, i.

81 Front Street, Philadelphia,

ii. 48

house on, ii. 57, 58 Fulton, Robert, i. 124, 129,

142 ; ii. 92 birthplace of, ii. 102-104

279

INDEX

Fulton, Robert, death of, i.

130, 131

marriage of, i. 130 Fulton, the elder, ii. 103

Gage, General, i. 21 Gallows Hill, story of, i. 159,

1 60 Gansevoort, Peter, Colonel,

i. 191, 193, 194 Gardiner, David, i. 17, 19 receives patent, i. 20 Gardiner Greens, i. 28 Gardiner, John I., annoyed

by pirates, i. 20, 21 daughter of, i. 28, 29 relations with Captain

Kidd, i. 25-27 Gardiner, John Lyon, i. 21 Gardiner, Juliana, i. 28 Gardiner, Lion, i. 14 death of, i. 18, 19, 22 friendship with Wyan-

dance, i. 17 in Connecticut, i. 15 purchases island, i. 16 residence at East Hamp ton, i. 18 system of, i. 23 Gardiner, Mary, i. 28 Gardiner, Mrs., keeps a

diamond, i. 27 receives presents from

Kidd, i. 25, 26 Gardiner's Bay, i. 22, 24,

29 Gardiner's Island, i. 13, 16,

t th(

at the present time, i. 22,

23 disturbed by Captain

Kidd, i. 24

in the Revolution, i. 21 manor of, i. 14 title to, i. 20

Gardiners, the, connections of, i. 28

Garretson, Freeborn, i. 125

at Rhinebeck, i. 171 Garretson House, i. 75 Garretsons, residence of the,

i. 132

Gates conspiracy, i. 226, 228 Gates, General, i. 227 Genesee country, the, i. 200 Genet, Edmond Charles,

citizen, i. 173 Genet, homestead, i. 173 George I., King, i. 122 George III., King, i. 152, 213,

239 ; ii. 206, 260 Georgetown, ii. 236, 237 Germantown, ii. 47

battle of, ii. 16, 69, 83

St. Michael's Church, ii.

7i

Girondists, ii. 220

Gist, militiamen under, ii. 16

Glenwood, i. 145, 146

Gloria Dei. See Old Swedes' Church

Goelet, Jane, Miss. See Dies, Madam

Golden Horn, i. 79

Goodwin, Parke, i. 99

Gould, Jay, i. 145

Goupil, Rene, Brother, mar tyrdom of, i. 179-181, 182

Gouverneur, Samuel L., i. 95

Governor's Creek, ii. 76

Grant, General, home of, i. 96; ii. 16, 243

Grant, Mrs., i. 96

Grassmere, i. 32

Gravesend, i. 15

Gray's Ferry Road, ii. 59

Great Plains road, i, 51

Great Queen Street. See Pearl Street

Great South Bay, i. 61

Greeley, Horace, house of, i.

97 Green Thomas, chaplain, i.

27

Greenbush, house in, i. 116, '

280

INDEX

Harrison, President (first),

ii. 248

Hartford colony, i. 49 Harvard College, ii. 261 Harvey, John, Sir, ii. 36 Hasbrouck, Colonel, house

built by, i. 222 Hasbrouck family, i. 225 Hastings, i. 145, 146 Haunted Lake, i. 204, 206 Havana, voyage of a double-

ender to, i. 35, 36 Haverstraw Bay, i. 157, 237 Haydn, symphonies of, ii.

167 Heere Graft. See Broad

Street Heinemann, Barbara, ii.

197

Helderbergs, i. 173 Henrici, Jacob, ii. 182, 185

170 Henricus, City of, ii. 241

trees planted by, i. 94, Henry, Patrkk, ii. 53, 65,

95 258, 260, 263

visits Andre, i. 238 great speech of, ii. 264

Hamilton, George, Earl of I Herkimer, Nicholas, Gen-

Greene, General Nathaniel,

i. 40, 88 ; ii. 84 Greenport, i. 13, 45, 49 Greenwich Street, i. 79 Greenwich village, i. 94 Grey, General, ii. 91 Gulf of Mexico, i. 174 Gunston Hall, ii. 219 Gustayus Adolphus, dream

of, ii. 42, 43, 44

H

Hale, Nathan, Captain, cap ture of, i. 67, 68 " Half Moon," the, i. in Half-Way Hollow Hills, i.

66

Hamilton, Alexander, i. 93 death of, i. 94 marriage of, i. 121, 125,

Orkney, ii. 257 Hamilton, Governor, ii. 49 Hamilton Grange, i. 93-95 Hamilton, Mrs., i. 94 Hampton Roads, ii. 27, 262 Hamptons, isolated, i. 60

transfer of the, i. 49, 50 Hancock, John, ii. 53, 66 Hanover Square, i. 81. 82 Hanover Volunteers, ii. 258 Hapsburg, Rudolph of, i.

Harmonists, ii. 175 generosity of, ii. 185 leave Economy, ii. 178,

179

present head, ii. 182 wealth of, ii. 183

Harmony Society, ii. 174

Harrison, Benjamin, Colo nel, ii. 249, 251

Harrison, Benjamin, Mrs.,

eral, i. 190, 191 death of, i. 197 marches to Fort Schuy-

ler, i. 192-194 monument to, i. 198 wounded at Oriskany, i.

195, 196

Herkimer, town of, i. 192 Hermitage, the, ii. 40 Hessian occupation, i. 75 Highlands, i. 158 trail, i. 159, 162, 165, 166,

233

Hill, Edward, ii. 241

Hohenlinden, ii. 78

Holland and France, smug gling for, ii. 27 colonists from, i. in windmills from, i. 51

Holland Land Company, i. 200

Hollanders, i. 210

11. 251

I Hollywood Cemetery, i. 96 281

INDEX

Holme, Thomas, ii. 46 j Hyde, Edward, Lord Corn-

Holtenstein, Amos, preacher, | bury, i. 169

baptizes, ii. 116-118 , Hyde Park, i. 169

Honorable Society of Car- j

penters, hall built bv, ii. | T

64,66 Hopkins, Stephen, ii. 65 | Idele, i. 132

Horsford, Eben Norton, i

48

Hospital, New York, i. 81 Hostetter, a Dunker, ii. 116 House of Burgesses, ii. 235,

257, 259 site of, ii. 263 the Beverly Robinson, i.

233

Howard, John Eager, Colo nel, granddaughter of, ii. 30

Howe, i. 120 Hudson, Hendrick, i. in,

172

Hudson Highlands, i. 28 Hudson River, domains, i.

132 first steamer launched

on, i. 124 literary landmarks of, i.

231

military works, i. 232 patroon system intro duced on the, i. in, 112

poor man's side of the, j Peter

Idlewild, i. 230 Indian Brook, i. 156 Indians, organizations

masked as, i. 115 Paumanoc, i. 16 Inn, Enoch Story's, ii. 54 Inspirationists, customs and

creed of, ii. 200-205 villages of the, ii. 197-199 Irish channel, ii. 28 Iroquois, League of the, i.

174, 175 meeting-place of the, i.

205, 212

mementos of the, i. 189 Irvington, i. 145, 146 Irving, Washington, i. 65 at Sunnyside, i. 146, 147,

149, 150

city house of, i. 103, 104 grave of, i. 147 rambles of, i. 151, 169; ii. 14

Jabey, Brother. See Miller,

steamboat, i. 218 Valley, i. 158, 233 view, i. 120 villa regions, i. 145 Washington's retreat across the, i. 87 Hudson River Railroad, i. 142 Huguenots, i. 73-75 Hunt, Robert, ii. 252 Huntingdon Harbor, i. 49, 66-68 town, i. 66 Huss, John, i. 137 2i

James, Richard, Rev., ii. 38, 39 James River, down the, ii. 239-241 Jamestown, ii. 38, 239 site of, ii. 251, 253 Jamestown Island, ii. 253, 254, 255 Jamestown pioneers, n. 251 Jay, John, i. 125, 164 ; ii. 65 Jefferson, Thomas, lodging house of, ii. 67, 73, 259, 270 Jenny Lind, i. 80 Jericho, i. 49-71 \2.

INDEX

Jersey City, i. 131 Jesuit Fathers, first mis sionary efforts of, i. 179- 181

Job, Andrew, ii. 102 Job, Thomas, ii. 102 Jocelyn, i. 15 Jogues, Father, martyrdom

of, i. 179, 180, 182 Johnson family, i. 187 Johnson Hall, i. 185-187, 191 Johnson, John, Sir, i. 177 driven from Johnson

Hall, i. 186, 187 plans Mohawk invasion,

i. 191, 192

Johnson, William, Sir, among the Indians, i. 183

comes to America, i. 182 death of, i. 185 grave of, i. 186 knighted, i. 184 Johnstown, i. 176, 182 Jumel, Madame, i. 89-92 Jumel mansion, (formerly Morris mansion), i. 85, 140 present condition of, i.

92, 93, HO scenes in, i. 89-91 Jumel, Stephen, i. 89, 90 Junto Club, ii. 56, 57

K

Kaaterskill, i. 212

Kedar, ii. 120

Keens, ii. 44

Kennett Square, ii. 92, 96-

98 Kent County, St. Paul's in,

ii. 40, 41 Kent Island, ii. 36

Anglican Church in, ii. 38,39

Key, Francis Scott, ii. 30 Kidd, Captain, i. 20, 24, 25 in the wake of, i. 45, 48 last voyage of, i. 28, 29 treasure of, i. 26, 27 Kinderhook, i. 172 King William, i. 61 King's Bridge Road, i. 143,

144

King's College, i. 123 Kingsessing, ii. 46 King's Road, i. 94 Kingston destroyed, i. 167,

168

head-quarters, i. 223-225 old Dutch church, i. 219,

220

Senate House, i. 221, 222 I Kiskatom, i. 212 I Kitchewan Bay, i. 135 Kitchewan River, i. 135 Klein, George, church built

by, ii. 154 vision of, ii. 153 Knickerbocker literary pe riod, i. 65 Knox, ii. 73

head-quarters of, ii. 83 Kock, ii. 197 Kosciusko, i. 232 Kossuth, i. 80

Laetitia Court, ii. 48 Laetitia House, ii. 47, 48 Lafayette, i. 80, 121, 135

at Washington's head quarters, i. 223, 224, 226

head-quarters of, ii. 83, 145 Lake Agawam, i. 51 Lake Cazenovia, i. 200 Lake Suinipink, i. 234 Lancaster, ii. 92, 107 Lancaster County, ii. 102- I-, 153

restored to Claiborne, j Landing, the. See Catskill

ii- 37 i Lansdowne, ii. 48

Kent Point, ii. 37 i Laurens, Colonel, ii. 70

283

INDEX

Leatherstocking Cave, i. 205 Leatherstocking Falls, i. 205 Lee, Richard Henry, ii. 54,

65

Leeds, i. 209, 211, 214 Lehman, Peter, administra tion of, ii. 136 founds Order, ii. 134 Lely, Peter, Sir, ii. 250 Lewis, Anna Estelle (Stella),

i. 65

Lewis, Morgan, i. 125, 170 Lexington, battle of, i. 229 ;

ii. 209

Lincoln, Abraham, i. 64 Lind, Jenny, i. 80 Linden Ha'll, Moravian Fe male Seminary, ii. 154, 155 Lindenwald, i. 172 Lititz, ii. 149, 152, 155, 158 Little Britain township, ii.

102

Littlefield, Catherine, i. 40 Liverpool and Bristol, trade

with, ii. 27

Livingston, Charlotte, i. 125 Livingston, Colonel, i. 153 Livingston, Edward, i. 124 Livingston, Gertrude, i. 125 Livingston, Harriet, i. 130

Livingston, Henry, i. 167, 168 worth, i 65

Livingston, Janet, i. 125-128,

169

Livingston, Kate, i. 125, 171 Ljvingston, Lewis H., i. 171 Livingston manor, i. 122, 129,

.131, 159, 234 Livingston mansion, i. 167,

168

Livingston, Peter, i. 123 Livingston, Philip, second

lord of the manor, i. 122,

123 Livingston, Philip, signer of

the Declaration of Inde pendence, i. 123 Livingston, Robert, first

lord of the manor, i. 122,

Livingston, Robert R., i. 123

Livingston, Robert R ,

Chancellor, i. 123,124

friendship of, i. 129

mansion built by, i.

132

sisters of, i. 125 Livingston, Robert R. (sec ond), i. 123, 124 Livingston, Sarah Van

Brugh, i. 125 Livingstons, the ablest of

all, i. 123 daughters of, i. 124-127,

132

Livingston, William, i. 123 Lloyd, Edward, ii. 29 Lloyd, Henrietta Maria, ii.

30

Lloyds, the, ii. 30, 32, 33 Locusts, The, i. 169 Logan, Deborah, ii. 52 Logan, Hannah, ii. 52 Logan, James, ii. 49-51 Logan, the Mingo chief, ii.

50

London, i. 129 Long Cove Mountain, i.

J53

Longfellow, Henry Wads-

123

284

Longfellow's poem, ii. 86

Long Island, i. 13

battle of, i. 67 ; ii. 16 colonial reminders, i. 49,

60

end of journey in, i. 73 hills, view of, i. 106 shore, i. 17, 18, 79

Long Islanders, i. 73

Long Island Sound, i. 41, 43, 45, 68, 103

Longwood Cemetery, ii. 97

Lord Vere, i. 14

Loudon, Lord, i. 159

Louis Philippe, i. 80 dinner set of, i. 101

Louisiana, cession of, i. 124 senator from, i. 124

INDEX

Love Feast, Moravian, ii.

165-167 Lower Manor, the. See Cler-

mont

Loyalists, i. 144 Ludwick, Baker-General, ii.

7i

Lutherans, ii. 108 Lyndhurst, Baron, i. 28 Lynn, men from, i. 49

Mack, Alexander, ii. 108 Madison County, i. 200 Madison, James, ii. 53, 73 "Magdalen," man of war,

ii. 258 " Manajungh on the Skor-

kihl," ii. 44 Manchonake, i. 16 Manhattan, i. 143 Manhattan Club, i. 98 Manhattan Island, i. 107 Manheim, ii. 92, 104-106 Manisees. See Block Island Manors of colonial New

York, i. 13

Marble Cemetery, i. 96 Marblehead, ii. 28 Marie Antoinette, furniture

of, 190

Marienborn, ii. 109 Marshall, John, encounters

Washington, ii. 224-227 Maryland Committee of

Safety, ii. 15

Maryland, judges of, ii. 32 Maryland, tariff of, ii. 236 Mary, Queen, ii. 261 Marysville, ii. 158 Mason, ii. 270 Mason, George, ii. 219 Massachusetts, colony of, i.

32

Matteawan Indians, i. 166 Maxwell, Elizabeth, story of,

11. 101, 102

McClellan, ii. 248 Mclntosh, widow. See Fill- more, Mrs.

McKean, Thomas, ii. 65 Melrose Abbey, ivy from, i.

149

Mercer, General, i. 88 Mesier homestead, i. 166,

167

Mesier Park, i. 167 Mesier, Peter, i. 166 " Methodist, The," canoe, ii.

24

Metz, Christian, ii. 197 Meyer, Harmanus, journey

of, i. 220

Middle Chesapeake, ii. 27 Miles River, ii. 27, 28 Miller, Bernard, ii. 177-179 Miller, Peter, story of, ii.

128-130

Mill Street, ii. 75 Mohawks, i. 175, 211 Mohawks and Tories, horde

of, i. 191 Mohawk, the, i. 187, 188, 212

Valley of, i. 174, 179 Mohegan Bluff, i. 30 Mohegans, i. 32 Mohicans, fur trade with, i.

in

Moncock, battle of, ii. 38 Monroe, Elbert, C., i. 155

Mrs., country-place of,

i- 154, 155

Monroe, James, last resi dence of, i. 95, 96 rival of, i. 125 Montauk, gateway of, i. 41 Montauks, i. 17 Montcalm, i. 120, 184 Montgomery County, ii. 79 Montgomery, Fort, i. 233 Montgomery House. See

Grassmere Montgomery, mansion built

by, i. 132

Montgomery, Mrs., i. 171 letter of, 128

285

INDEX

Montgomery Place, i. 132 Montgomery, Richard, at

Rhinebeck, i. 170 marriage of, i. 126, 127 reburial of, i. 128, 129 Montreal, i. 192, 197 Moore House, ii. 269 Moore, William, memorial

stone of, ii. 87 Moravian Church, ii. 144 Christmas celebration, ii.

167-172 Easter celebration, ii, 163,

167 faith, converts to, ii. 147-

149

Female Seminary, ii. 145 God's Acre, ii. 147 Theological College, ii. 145 Moravians, the, coming of,

ii. 139-142

converts to, ii. 147-149 customs of, ii. 146, 147 economy of, ii. 143, 144 Moreau, Marshall, house of,

ii. 78 Moriches and Patchogue,

land between, i. 61 Morris family, i. 140 Morris, Gouverneur, Chinese

gifts of, ii. 221 Morris mansion, i. 86

in Washington's career,

i. 87-89 Morris, Mary (Philipse),

Mrs., death of, i. 141 marriage of, i. 86, 140 meets Washington, i.

.139 Morris, Robert, ii. 26

house of, ii. 71 Morris, Roger, Colonel, i. 86,

89 dies in England, i. 140,

141 Morse, Samuel F. B., city

home of, i. 98 triumph of, i. 107, 129 Mount Custis, ii. 19

Mount Independence, i. 232 Mount McGregor, i. 96 Mount Vernon, cares of

state at, ii. 222-224 estate of, ii. 219-221 historic rooms, ii. 229-

231, 232

mansion of, ii. 218 ownership of, ii. 228, 229 sudden arrivals at, ii. 217 visitors to, ii. 225-227,

234 Washington's early days

at, ii. 212-216

Mount Vernon Ladies Asso ciation, ii. 229 Mount Vision, i. 204 Mowatt, Anna Cora, i. 65 Muhlenberg, Father, ii. 79-

81 Musgrave, Colonel, ii. 69

N

Naples, Bay of, i. 79 Napoleon, i. 122 ; ii. 78 Narragansetts, i. 17, 32 Nassau Street, i. 82 Nazareth, founding of, ii.

149, 150

present town of, ii. 151 Nazareth Hall, ii. 151, 152 Neck, the, ii. 49 Nelson House, ii. 270 Nelson, Thomas (third),

General, ii. 266, 270 Nelson, Thomas (Scotch

Tom), ii. 265 Nelson, war horse, ii. 221,

222

Netherlands, Prince of the,

i. in

Neutral ground, the, i. 144 New Amsterdam, i. 49, 77,

78, 148 Newburgh, i. 222

proclamation read at, i. 228, 229

relics at, i. 225, 226

286

INDEX

New Helvetia, ii. 157

New Jersey, terminus at, i.

107

New Kent, county of, ii. 38 New London, harbor of, i.

36 New Philadelphia Society,

ii. 179 Newport Harbor, drowning

in, i. 44

New Sweden, ii. 43 New Windsor, i. 229 New York, Bay of, i. 79 canal, i. 79 first colonial manor of,

i- 13 first English settlers in,

i. 14 literary reminders of, i.

103-108

old houses of, i. 82-85 Presidents who have

di-d in, i. 95 streets of, i. 77-79, 81 tracing early days of, i.

76,77 New York, State of, freedom

to slaves in the, i. 70 vote of, i. 169 Nicholls, Governor, i. co Nicoll, Edward, i. 64 Norris, Isaac, home of, ii.

49,5i Northampton, county of, 11.

10, 15

North Cape, ii. 28 North Carolina and Virginia,

boundary of, ii. 246 North, Lord, ii. 261 Nullification Proclamation,

the, i. 124

O'Conor, Charles, i. 99 Odell, Captain, i. 151, 152 Odell House, i. 151-153 Ohio River, ii. 232 Oldham, Captain John, i. 32

Old Swedes' Church, ii. 44-

46

Oneidas, i. 175 Onesimus. See Israel Ech-

erlin, ii. 120

Orange, William of, ii. 53 Order of the Solitary, ii. 119,

128

decline of, 129 offspring of, 134 Oriskany, battle of, i. 175,

195-198

Oriskany Falls, i. 176, 192 Orrery, Duke of, ii. 251 Oserneuon, i. 178 Oswego, i. 192 Otis, ii. 263 Otsego Rock, i. 205 Otsego, the, i. 176 Our Lady of Martyrs, Shrine

of, i. 182

Oxford, ii. 26, 102 Ox Pasture Road, i. 51 Oyster Bay, i. 49, 68, 69

Paca homestead, ii. 33 Paca, Mary (Chew), ii. 32 ^ Paca, William, Governor, ii.

1 6, 30, 32

last days of, ii. 35 picture of, ii. 34 Palace Green, ii. 265 Palatinate of the Rhine, i.

1 88 Palatine Bridge, i. 176, 187

named, i. 188, 190 " Palatine," the phantom

ship, i. 43, 44 Palisades, i. 88 Palmer, Edward, spy, i. 160,

161

Paoli, massacre at, ii. 90-92 Paris, i. 124 Parker mansion, ii. ii Parker, name of, ii. 12 Park Row, i. 78 Parton, authority of, i. 91

287

INDEX

Passajungh, ii. 44 Patchogue, i. 49, 64-66 " Patroon's" mansion, i. 116 Patroon system, i. no, in Patroons, the, i. 110-113 Patterson, Betty, i. 90 Paulding, James Kirk, i. 169 Pawlet family, ii. 244 Pawlet, John, Sir, ii. 244 Payne, John Howard, i. 57 Payne, Mr., contests Wash ington, ii. 233, 234 Peale, Rembrandt, picture

of, ii. 229

Pearl Street, i. 78, 81, 82 Peck Slip, i. 78 Peconic Bay, murder in, i.

52-55

Peekskill, i. 142, 159

Pelletreau House, i. 51

Pemberton country-seat, ii. 49

Pembertons, the three, ii. 51

Pendleton, i. 170

Peniel, ii. 121

" Penn and Logan Corres pondence," ii. 52

Penn, descendants of, ii. 55

Penn, John, ii. 48

Penn, Lsetitia, ii. 47

Penn, Richard, house of, ii.

Pennsbury, ii. 48 Pennsbury Manor, ii. 76-78 Penns, the, ii. 48 Penn's WTood, ii. 76 Pennsylvania, ii. 51 Pennsylvania State Society

of the Cincinnati, ii. 88 Penn, William, i. 73 ; ii. 27,

42 founds Philadelphia, ii.

46-48, 50, 57 manor-house of, ii. 76-

78, 125, 139 Penn, William, second, ii.

Perm, William, the younger,

54, 55

Pequots, i. 16

Perry, Commodore, bomb shells given by, i. 155 Petersborough, Earl of, ii.

250

Petersboro, i. 176, 198 Petersburg, ii. 243 Philadelphia, i. 107 ; ii. 208 a last picture of, ii. 72 city laid out, ii. 46 City Tavern, ii. 64 council in, ii. 58 day's journey from, ii. 92 first colonial Congress in,

ii. 64-68

girl sold in, ii. 101 in 1774, ii. 63 intellectual life of, ii. 56 old library in, ii. 57 outings, ii. 75 polite society of, ii. 52, 53 State House, ii. 57, 64

Declaration signed in,

ii. 66-68

inauguration in, ii. 72 Swedes' settlement in, ii. , 43-46.

the national capital, n. 71 Philemon, Lloyd, ii. 29, 32

daughter of, ii. 32 Philipsburg, house of, i. 138-

140

manor of, i. no, 132, 137 warlike scenes in, i. 144 Philipse Castle, i. 138, 146 Philipse family, i. 137, 140 Philipse, Frederick, i. 86 buildings erected by, i.

137, 138 Philipse, Frederick (third),

Colonel, i. 140 property of, confis cated, i. 141, 154 Philipse, Mary. See Morris,

Mary (Philipse), Mrs. Phillipsburg, Pennsylvania,

ii. 179

Pierpont, Samuel, Rev., grave of, i. 46, 47

288

INDEX

Pierson, Thomas, ii. 92 Platt, Mary, i. 64 Plymouth, ii. 9 Plymouth Rock, i. 32 ; ii. 36 Pocahontas, ii. 241, 261 Pocantico Creek, i. 138, 146 Poe, Edgar A., i. 65

at Fordham Cottage,

i. 104, 106 Portugal, ii. 28 Posey County, ii. 174 Posey, Major, i. 237 Post Road, beginning of the,

i- 159 New York end of the, i.

143

Potomac, ii. 37 Potomac Company, ii. 236 Potomac Falls, ii. 236 Potts mansion, ii. 85 Poughkeepsie, i. 162, 167,

169

Powder Horn, ii. 257, 260 Presqu' Isle, ii. 88 Prince Edward Island, i.

64

Prince of Orange, i. 15 Prospect Hill. See Genet

homestead Prospect Rock, i. 205 Provincial Assembly, i. 122 Provincials, i. 196 Pulaski's legion, ii. 16 Putnam County, i. 162, 163,

166

Putnam, Fort, i. 232 Putnam, Israel, General, i.

28

camp of, i. 61, 88 disposes of a spy, i. 60

Quaker meeting-house, old est, i. 74 ; ii. 26

Quakers seek refuge, i. 47 ; ii. 46, 49, 50, 57

Quebec, expedition against, i. 127, 128, 171, 184

Queen's Head. See Fraun- ces Tavern

eueen's Rangers, i. 68 ueenstown, ii. 39

Radcliffe Street, ii. 75 Raleigh Tavern, ii. 264 Rambos, ii. 44 Ramsay, David, ii. 103 Randolph, Anne, ii. 251 Randolph, Edmund, ii. 263 Randolph, John, ii. 243

house of, ii. 256 Randolph, Peyton, ii. 65 Randolphs, the, ii. 241 244

estates of, ii. 243 Rappahannock, anecdote of

the, ii. 208

Rapp, George, death of the, ii. 181

doctrines of, ii. 173

organizes Harmony So ciety, ii. 174, 175

rule of, ii. 176-180 Rapp, Gertrude, ii. 183 Rauch, Christian, mission ary, ii. 148, 149

begins career, ii. 154 Ray, Catherine, i. 40 Red Hook, i. 132 Red Lion Hotel, ii. 264 Reef Tavern, 143 Regents, the, ii. 230 Reidesel, Baron, i. 120 Rensselaer, daughter of the

house of, i. 117 Rensselaers, the, i. 114 Rensselaerwyck, i. 112, 117 Renwick, Mrs., i. 150 Reservoir the, i. 143 Revolutionary era, struc tures belonging to, i. 77 Revolution, brilliant exploit

of the, ii. 16 church in the, i. 161 first overt act of the, ii.

257

11—19

289

INDEX

Revolution, privateering in

the, ii. 27, 28 soldier of the, i. 125

Rhinebeck, church at, i. 125,

127 136 founding of, i. 170, 171

Rhine Palatinates, i. 190

Rhode Island, General As sembly of, i. 33

Richmond, ii. 239, 240 city laid out, ii. 246

Ringgold, Thomas, ii. 16

Ripley, George, i. 65

Rittenhouse, David, obser vatory built by, ii. 67

River Eder, immersion in the, ii. 108

Rodney, Caesar, ii. 16, 65

Roe, Edward Payson, i. 230, 231

Rogers, John, first public- house built by, i. 159

Rokeby, i. 132

Rolfe, John, ii. 252

Romans of the New World, i. 174

Rome, i. 191

Roost, the, i. 148

Roslyn, i. 49, 71

Ross, Betsy, Mrs., flag made by, ii. 68, 69

Roxborough, ii. 47

Rudman, ii. 44

Rutledges, the, ii. 65

S

Saal, ii. 133 Sacramento, ii. 158 Sacramento River, ii. 156,

157

Sag Harbor, i. 56, 57

Salem, North Carolina, Eas ter celebration at, ii. 163- 170

Salisbury, Francis, i. 210,

212

Salisbury House, romance of, i. 213, 214

Salisbury, Sylvester, i. 209 Saltonstall, Richard, Sir, i.

28

San Domingo, ii, 255 Sandwich Islands, ii. 156 Sandy Point, i. 42, 43 San Francisco, Bay of, ii. 157 San Juan d'Ulloa, Castle of,

i- 155 San Miguel de Guandope, ii.

255

Saratoga, i. 120 Saron, ii. 121, 131-133 Say and Seal, Lord, i. 15 Saybrook, Fort, i. 15, 16,

22

Sayre House, i. 51 Scarborough, i. 145, 155 Scheible, Daniel, ii. 126, 127 Schoharie, settlement of, i.

176-178 Schuckburgh, composer of

"Yankee Doodle," i. 117 Schuneman, Johannes, Dom inie, i. 210 parsonage of, i. 211 Schute, Sven, Commander,

ii. 44

Schuyler, Alida, i. 122 Schuyler, Elizabeth, i. 121 Schuyler family, i. 117 Schuyler House, i. 117, 118 panorama from, i. 120 visitors to, i. 121 Schuyler, Johannes, Domi nie, i. 176

Bible used by, i. 177 Schuyler manor-house, i.

117, 118 panorama from, i. 120

Schuyler, Peter, i. 117, 121 Schuyler, Philip, General, i.

94, H7 attempted capture of,

118, 119 entertains Burgoyne,

i. 120, 121

Schuylers, the, i. 132 Schuyler Street, i. 117

290

INDEX

Schuylerville, i. 121

mansion at, i. 117 Schuylkill, ii. 43, 59 Schuylkill Valley, ii. 90 Scott, General, i. 155 old home of, i. 97 Second Maryland Regiment,

ii. 16

Second Street, ii. 48 Separatists, celibacy of the, ii. 194-196

settlement of the, ii. 108,

189, 193

Settlers, first English, i. 14 Seventh Street, ii. 49 Severn, the, ii. 28 Seward, William A., i. 114 Shaefferstown, ii. 105 Shekomo, mission of, ii. 149 Shelter Island, i. 22, 45, 49 name of, i. 48 occupation of, i. 47 Sherman, Roger, ii. 65 Shewell, Elizabeth, ii. 94-96 Shinnecock Hills, i. 52 Shinnecock Indians, i. 52, 53 Shinnecock Neck, i. 52 Shirley, ii. 239

manor-house of, ii. 241-243 Shoharius, i. 154 Sigourney, Lydia, Mrs., i. 65 Simancas, ii. 254 Simcoe, Colonel, i. 68 Sinclair, Catherine, i. 99 Sing Sing, i. 155, 156 Sisters' House, ii. 145 Sitka, ii. 156 Six Nations, i. 174

land of the, i. 174, 176,

178, 187, 201, 206 Skinners, i. 136, 144, 148 Sleepy Hollow, church at, i.

146, 147 Smallwood's regiment ii.

15, 16

Smiley, Samuel, ii. 89 Smith, Eliza Oakes, i. 65,

66 Smith, Gerrit, i. 198

Smith, John, Captain, ii. 252,

254 Smith, John, marriages of, i.

63,64 Smith, Seba, i. 64, 65

Smith, Tangier. See Smith,

Colonel William Smith, Tangier, family, i.

62 Smith, William, born 1777,

i. 64 Smith, William, Colonel, i.

61

Smith, William, Judge, i. 63 Snow Hill, ii. 22

monastical Society of, ii.

134-138

nunnery of, n. 134 Society of Friends, ii. 98,

100 Southampton, i. 56

modern prosperity of, i. 51

whale-fishery" of, i. 50 Southeastern Pennsylvania,

hamlets of, ii. 92 South Street, i. 81 Southwark, ii. 43, 45, 49 Spangenburg, Bishop, ii.

J51 Southwell, Robert, Sir, ii.

251 Spotswood, Alexander, Sir,

ii. 257

house of, ii. 269 Spuyten Duyvil Creek, i.

137, M3

Stage route, old, i. 142, 143 Stanton, i. 125

State of New York, first con stitution of, i. 124 States-General, i. 112 State Street, No. 7, i. 79, 81 "St. David's at Radnor,

Old," ii. 86-89 Stenton, ii. 49

social life at, ii. 50-52 Sterling, Earl of, i. 19 Steuben, Baron, i. 135 ; ii. 211 grave of, i. 198, 199

291

INDEX

Stewart, Alexander T., old

house of, i. 97 St. George's Church, i. 75 St. George's Manor, i. 49,

60-64

Stiegel, Baron, ii. 92 reception of, ii. 104 rent paid to, ii. 105 Stillwater, i. 212 Stirling, Lord, ii. 16 St. James Church, ii. 154 St. John's church-yard, i. 186 St. Leger, Colonel, i. 194 St. Luke's Protestant Epis copal Church, i. 93 St. Mary's, ii. 37 St. Michael's, vessels of, ii.

27, 28, 30

Stone Street, i. 78 Stony Point, i. 157

capture of, i. 235-237 Strand, the. See Catskill Stuyvesant, Governor, i. 147 Sun Inn, the, ii. 145 Sunnyside, cottage of, i. 146

history of, i. 147, 148

life in, i. 150

restoration of, i. 149 Susquehanna, i. 204, 205 ; ii. 103

depicted by Cooper, 5. 206 Sutter, John A., General,

claim of, ii. 158 discovers gold, ii. 157 grave of, ii. 155, 156,

'59

Swan son, n. 44 Swanson, Swan, ii. 46 Swarthmore, ii. 92-94, 96 Swedes, ii. 47 Swift, Joseph, ii. 103 Swiss Guard, ii. 156 Sylvester, Brinley, of New port, i. 48 Sylvester, Grissell Brinley,

i. 47, 48 Mrs., i. 47, 48

Sylvester Island. See Shel ter Island

Sylvester Manor, i. 48, 49 Sylvester, Nathaniel, i. 47 Quaker guests of, i. 47,

48

Sylvester, Nathaniel and Grissell, lineal descend ants of, i. 48

Tabea, Sister, story of, ii.

125-128

Talleyrand, i. 80, 200 Tangier Island, ii. 24, 25 Tangier Sound, ii. 22, 23 Tappan Sea, Flying Dutch man of the, i. 150, 151 Tappan, village of, i. 153,

237, 238 Tarrytown, i. 138, 145, 153-

155

Taylor, Bayard, ii. 96-98 Taylor, Mary Agnew, ii. 97 Tekagwita, Catherine, i. 179,

181, 182

Teller's Point, i. 153 Third Street, ii. 49 Thomas Boyle, Captain, ii.

28

Thome, Margaret. See Sis ter Tabea

Thomson, Charles, ii.67, 223 Threadhaven Creek, ii. 26 Tilghman, Edward, ii. 16 Tilghman, Matthew Ward,

ii. 15

Tilghman, Richard, ii. 40 Tilghman, Tench, Lieu tenant-Colonel, ii. 16 Tivoli, i. 131, 132 Tolstoi, Leo, Count, ii. 173 Tories, Johnson's, i. 196 prison for, i. 168, 169 under arms, ii. 15 Town Pond. See Lake

Agawan

Townsend, Captain, i. 65 Townsend homestead, i. 68, 69

2Q2

INDEX

Trappe, church at, ii. 79-81

Trenton, i. 131

Tribes, Long Island, i. 18

Trinity church-yard, i. 131

Tryon General, attempt of,

i. 135, 161 rendezvous of, i. 66

Tryon County, militia of, i. 192

Tschoop, conversion of, ii. 147-149

Turnbull, Jim, i. 54-56

Turner, Edith, i. 55-56

Turner Joseph, ii. 49

Tweed, William M., dwell ings of, i. 98

Tyler, President, i. 28

U

Ulster County, founders of, i. 209

United Netherlands Com pany, i. in

United States Supreme Court, ii. 158

Upper Brandon, ii. 248

Upper Hudson, i. 160

Utica, i. 176, 193

Valley Creek, ii. 82, 83 Valley Forge, i. 198 camp at, ii. 63, 79 site of, ii. 81-83 Washington's head quarters at, ii. 82, 85 Van Bergen, Marten, i. 209,

210

Van Buren, Martin, i. 172 Van Cortlandt, James Ste venson, i. 136

Van Cortlandt, John, i. 134 Van Cortlandt manor, i.

132-136

manor-house, i. 157 Van Cortlandt, Pierre, i. 135 Van Cortlandts, descent of the, i. 134

Van Cortlandt, Stephanus,

i. 133, 157 .. Vancouver, n. 156 Van Dam, Rambout, i. 151 Vanderbilt, Commodore,

house of, i. 97

Vanderlyn, John, i. 217-219 Van Rensselaer, Johannes,

i. 112 Van Rensselaer, Killian, i.

112, 132 Van Rensselaer, Stephen,

General, i. 112 leases farms, i. 113 Van Rensselaer, Stephen, sixth of the line, i. 112, 113 wife of, i. 119 Van Rensselaer, William, i.

113 Van Rensselaers, the, i. 115,

116, 132 Van Tassel, Jacob, i. 148

wife of, i. 148 Van Tassel, Laney, i. 148 Van Vost, family of, i. 186 Van Wart, i. 154 Varina, ii. 241 Varnum, General, ii. 84 Vaughan, General, i. 235 Vera Cruz, i. 155 Vernon, Admiral, ii. 211 Verplanck's Point, i. 158,

235

Verrazani, i. 32 Versailles, ii. 156 Viking boat, i. 36, 37 Virginia, capital of, ii. 256, 267-269

State of, request of the, i.

96

Von Linklaen, Jan, i. 200 "Vulture," the, i. 153

w

Waerden, i. 14

Wales, Prince of, ii. 240

Wallace, James, Sir, i. 167

293

INDEX

Wallace, John, story of, i.

58-60 Wallack, Lester and James

W., early homes of, i. 99 Wall Street, i. 76, 78 Wain, Nicholas, ii. 51 Walpole, Robert, Sir, ii. 251 Wappinger's Falls, i. 162,

1 66

Wappingi Indians, i. 166 Ward, Matthew, ii. 16 Warner, Anna, i. 232 Warner, Susan, i. 231, 232 War of 1812, ii. 16 "Warrior," wreck of the, i.

42

Warwick, ii. 153 Warwick Furnace, ii. 90 Washington, Augustine

(first), ii. 207, 208 (second), ii. 207 Washington, Bushrod, ii. 228 Washington, George, i. 49, 67, 86, 121, 126, 173, 184, 226 ; ii. 16, 53 adventure of, i. 87-89 appearance of, ii. 215 appoints a baker, ii. 71 as commander-in-chief,

ii. 216, 217 at Valley Forge, ii. 82,

84, 85, 90, 145 soldiers of, n. 155 at West Point, i. 235 council chamber, i. 92 crosses the Delaware, ii.

designs flag, ii. 68, 69 dies at Mount Vernon, ii.

228 encounter with Payne,

ii. 233, 234

head-quarters of, i. 87 house occupied by, i. 75 in Alexandria, ii. 232,

235-237, 267 inauguration of, i. 124 in Congress, ii. 65, 66 in the South, i. 120

Washington, George, last public appearance of,

ii- 73, 74

last vote of, ii. 238, 270

lays foundations of cap ital, ii. 223

love-affairs of, ii. 213

manages estate, ii. 219- 221

marriage of, ii. 214

persuades Marshall to enter Congress, ii. 224, 227

Philadelphia dwelling of, ii. 72

physician of, i. 170

questions Wayne, i. 235, 236

reply of Gates, i. 227, 228

returns to Mount Ver non, ii. 218, 224

returns to New York, i. 84

summoned to resume his arms, ii. 228

takes farewell in Fraunces's tavern, i.

83 takes possession of

Mount Vernon, ii. 212 with his mother, ii. 206-

211

Washington Heights, i. 86,

140 Washington, Jane, Mrs., ii.

228

Washington, John Augus tine, ii. 228 (second), ii. 228 Washington, Lawrence, ii.

207, 211-213

Washington, Martha, Mrs., i. 40, 223-226 ; ii. 12,

13, 53 as Martha Custis, ii.

214, 215

brave words of, ii. 216 dies, ii. 228

294

INDEX

Washington, Martha, Mrs., joins her husband, ii. 217, 218 marries General

Washington, ii. 214 Washington, Mary (Ball),

Mrs., ii. 207-211 Washington's army, i. 136 Water Serpent, story told by

the, i. 54-56 Water Street, i. 81 Watson, ii. 49 Wayne, Anthony, General,

i. 235-237 at Paoh, 11. 90, 91 grave of, ii. 88 homestead of, ii. 89 Wayne, Isaac, Colonel, ii. 88 Waynesboro, ii. 134 Webb, James Watson, i. 154

present to, i. 155 Webber, Wolfert, i. 78 Weehauken, i. 94 Weems, Parson, ii. 207, 208 Welcome Creek, ii. 76 Wells family, i. 187 West, Beniamin, i. 129; ii.

92

paints first picture, ii. 93 romance of, ii. 94, 95 Westchester County, i. 160,

163 Westchester, passage from

the history of, i. 109 Western Maryland, ii. 37 Western Shore, ii. 37 West Indies, ii. 27, 28, 53 West, John, ii. 93 Westmoreland, ii. 207 Westover, ii. 55, 239, 248 magnificence of, ii. 246, 247 patent of, ii. 244 Westover House, ii. 244-247 West Point, i. 229, 231, 232 West Walnut Lane, hospital

at, ii. 70

Wharton House, ii. 49 Wharton, Robert, Mayor, ii.

Whigs, houses of, fired at, i.

167 Whitefield, i. 136

buys land, ii. 150

in Pennsylvania, ii. 150 Whitemarsh Church, ii. 26 White Plains, i. 164 Whitesboro, i. 193 Whitsuntide, ii. 18 Wickhams, the, ii. 241 " Widgeon," the steamer, ii.

19 Widman, Michael, spy, ii.

128-130

Widow's House, ii. 147 William and Mary College,

ii. 256, 262, 263 Williamsburg, ii. 239, 255,

256, 260-264 Williams, David, i. 154

grave of, i. 178 Wildercroft, i. 132 Willemson, Mary, wife of

Lion Gardiner, i. 14 Willis, Nathaniel P., i. 65,

closing years of, i. 229,

230

Wilson, Alexander, ii. 46, 6p Wilson, Marinus, Colonel, i.

101

Wilton, ii. 49

Wiltwyck burying-ground,

i. 217, 219 Winthrop, John, i. 15, 45

the younger, i. 45 Winthrop, Theodore, ii. 261 Winthrop, Wait Still, i. 46 Winthrops, the, of Fisher's

Island, i. 45, 47 manor house of, i. 46 Wistar House, ii. 70 Wittgenstein, ii. 107 Wolfe, i. 184 Woodlands, ii. 49 World's Fair, i. 36 Wren, Christopher, Sir, ii.

260 Wright, Silas, i. 115

295

INDEX

Wyandance, chief of the

Montauks, i. 17 Wye House, ii. 28-30

first master of, ii. 29, 32 grandeur of, ii. 33, 35 visit of Frederick Doug las to, ii. 31, 32 Wye Island, ii. 18, 33, 35 Wye River, ii. 29, 30, 36

Yonkers, city hall of, i. 138,

145

York, Duke of, i. 78, 238 York River, ii. 265

Yorktown, ii. 209, 239 a trading centre, ii. 260,

265 struggle in, ii. 267, 269,

270

Young, John, i. 115 Young, Mr., i. 164

Zinzendorf. Count, Mora vian leader, ii. 139-141, 150, 151

christens Lititz, ii. 155 visits Warwick, ii. 153 Zion, ii. 121

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